Poetry Corner – Blackhole

Blackhole
A collection of short poems inspired by The Universe

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Blackhole

Trapped inside a blackhole

All time has stopped

Yet somehow it keeps moving forward without me

Leaving only a memory

far in the past


Space

I feel nothing

Only a void inside

Empty, vacuous space

My heart the dying remnants

of a once bright star


Time

Time is measured by centuries

We only live a single second

Like the tick of a clock

A grain of sand

Falling through an hourglass

Poetry Corner – Time

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Time

Time
has no purpose
no start, no end
perpetually repeating itself
at an ever faster rate
so fast it makes clocks spin
knocking atoms along
rushing into the future
forgetting the past
rendering the future
obsolete