The Black Hole Poem by Jason Burke

I seem not to escspe, for it clutches pull me in.
Take a deep breath, run like hell, but I cannot get out. Depression sets in. Damn you, curse you!
For my soul to leave my lifeless body, oh how great that would be, no, no, no. In this depressing black hole I must be. Until I die, of rot and decay. Nobody stops to help. Futher deeper into the black hole I fall. So until I die I shall remain, upon eternal darkness.