My dense brain, so replete
With poetry and rhyme
Keeps me in defeat
At this moment in time
Black holes, infinitely dense
Amorphous in their shape
With much matter to dispense
Allow nothing to escape
Perhaps there is some linkage
A cosmic spatial lock
Between black holes non-leakage
And my brainy writer's block
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem