Small Black Hole Poem by Colin Andersen

At times life looks
like a small black hole

offering no feedback

nor receiving

letting you wonder
do I call this world home

you think

what compels me
to vanish in a darkness

with the pull of a black hole

did you ever
see Run, Joe, Run?

it was over by 76

and I'm not young

sometimes I'm like Joe
constantly running away

run, man, run
shouts everyone

I'll tell you I stop
to find a way back

when I find a wall ahead

similar to the Chinese one
high and fat

one I'm not able to cross.