Spontaneous Poetry: Dancing in the Black Hole of Your Soul

Dancing in the Black Hole of Your Soul

I’m sucked in, spiraling along the waves of love

Addicted to the power that lies within you

Almost like a magnetic vortex, I’m blindly pulled down

Deeper and deeper into your cavernous depths

Have I reached the bottom?

It’s dark, I’m blinded, I can’t see

Who is me & who is you?

We are alone in the black hole of your soul

Where do you end and I begin?

I can’t feel myself, I’m numb

Deadened by the blow

Deafened by the noise

I’m lost, it’s a labyrinth

A maze with no way out

I call, but no one listens

No one knows how far I’ve fallen

It’s like I’m at the bottom of a well

It’s dark and no one hears my cries

Lost in an abyss

A burial of my own making

Suddenly I wake up. You call my name

“Zoe, where did you go”, you ask.

“You were unresponsive, trance-like?”

“You did not even blink”

I look into your black eyes

There is a place called hell, I think

It’s right here, in the land of the black hole souls

Fragmented, broken & dying to be rescued themselves

A Poem about the Black Hole of All Our Souls

A poem about what it feels like to be sucked into the vortex of someone else’s repressed shadow and feel the pain, and darkness that resides there.

I believe we all have parts of our souls that are black holes. If we are brave enough, we can dive into our own cavernous depths and bring the broken, fragmented parts forth to the light for healing.

Perhaps that’s where the true healing, the mystical healing & the path to wholeness lies. Down in those murky, death-defying depths, where our demons lie.

If this poem caught your attention, you might like the story of The Demons & their Malevolent Seeds of Judgment

I’m Zoe Langman, a 45-year-old welsh Nomad. On December 19th, 2017, I packed up my flat, put all my essentials into a suitcase, and started my Nomadic Journey. I don't think it's ever too late to reinvent or redesign your life.

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