Solitude's Sins Poem by Sandra Feldman

Solitude,
Is a black hole
Someplace in the Universe,
A long empty space,
With no columns
Like a tunnel,
Just like Hell
No light, no hands,
No souls, no face
To communicate,
Vacated, silent
The pitch black darkness
Of a Bottomless well
So hold on to your love,
Never to solitude,
The blood
Of an innocent
Loving, Dove
Should not be used
To hide it,
And if love is found
Do not misguide it
Never give in
To solitude's sins.