The Black Hole

A speck of magic,
A touch of light,
A flicker of joy
& then, nothing.

A strange void,
A strange darkness,
A whiff of the black hole
All for, nothing.

The yearning,
The longing,
The hoping for paradise.
The wait, the restlessness
The endless uncertainty
The desperate search
Ends in nothing!

The cycle repeats itself!
The speck of magic returns.
The flicker of joy is back.
And all well-lit in blinding flames.
The light makes you forget, again.
That the flames burn!

They burn to the touch.
Leaving behind more than just ashes.
Leaving behind the same void, the same darkness,
The same restless hope,
The lack of certainty, the fruitless quest.
The same whiff of the black hole.