The Black Hole

Hurled into the same black hole of despondency and despair,

Searching for light, searching for air.

A ominous cloud of hopelessness over my head,

Spirits of death surrounding my bed.

 

A hundred pounds of heaviness across my chest;

Gasping for air, desperately trying to catch my breath.

As I lay on my bed with a deep sinking feeling,

My heart laden with anxiety, my head violently reeling.

 

The pitch black walls were closing in on me one by one,

A web of confusion carefully being spun.

“Take your life, take your life,” they taunted me cruelly;

Their yellow beady eyes piercing right through me.

 

“Make them pay!  Make them pay for the words they have spoken.

Make them regret a life gone, that was tattered and broken.

Let them be tortured beyond futile belief.

They’ll be ridden with anxiety with no relief.”

 

“They’ll writhe in anguish like the sight of a slithering snake;

They’ll wish they could take back every word uttered in bitterness and hate.

There’s no hope, no life in this life that you live;

You can’t go on; you can’t forgive.”

 

“It’s too late for you; you’ve tried all you know.

It’s time to leave it all behind; time to go.

Come on now, there’s no time to waste;

You need to go through with it quickly:  Make haste, make haste!”

 

“Pick up the knife and end this God-forsaken grief;

It’ll all be over soon; you’ll have rest and relief.

Grab the knife and plunge it deep into your pain-stricken chest;

It can’t be worse than the pain of futility and disrest.”

 

Torn between the two worlds of good and of evil;

Part of me desperately wanted to hang on, despite the upheaval.

All at once a glimmer of hope broke through my dark dreary room.

I looked toward heaven and pleaded in the midst of the gloom.

 

“Light, light, where are you, I cried?

Help me, please help me, I don’t want to die.

There’s got to be more than this darkness I know.

There’s got to be more to life than this black hole.”

 

Is there a life beyond this hopelessness and despair?

Is there a life worth living?  One easier to bear?

Is there happiness and joy, beyond this web of deceit?

Is there freedom from this prison of blood-stained fettered feet?

 

“Look up!  Look up!”  I hear from within.

“Take my hand,” He said with a soft gentle grin.

“Don’t despair any longer; only believe.”

As He reached for my hand, he said, “I promise, I won’t leave.”

 

“I care about all of your problems and all of your woes;

Every circumstance, your highs and your lows.

I care about every detail in your pain-stricken life.

Will you bring them to me?  Will you hand me the knife?”

 

“You weren’t created to carry anxiety, worries, & stress;

I’ve purposed for you to live in peace and in rest.

Cast each of your burdens upon me; lay them at my feet.

I’m well aware of everything that you need.

 

“You’re never alone; I promise it’s true.

I’ll never leave nor forsake you; It’s just me and you.

Call out to me when you need a friend.

This is a new beginning and not the end.”

 

I want to heal your thread bare and broken heart;

Suture up the wounds and give you a new start.

I’ve tried to reach you time and again.

I’ve gently called your name and reached for your hand.

 

Many don’t listen, many don’t hear;

When I whisper gently through the pain and the tears.

I don’t give up and I don’t give in;

I continue calling again and again.

 

You see, it’s my will that not one man be lost;

That all should come into the fold free of cost.

I never go against the will of any man;

It’s his choice and his alone to take my hand.

 

My love for you is more plentiful than the sand on the sea shore;

I desire to fill you with my bountiful love, and more.

I long to give you life abundant each day;

Take my hand, if you will.  I’ll show you the way.”

Reviews

[Kim Jsn Richardson]

This was a hearttouching piece and I found myself relating to your style and the rhythm was similar to the way I write. So I'm glad to know others have understood the same message. You show a weary picture of fate and of choice and how the Heaven's above watches over those who are needed. I see your a fighter and a warrior in your own right to be able to sit down and write something so lengthy, tragic and inspiring. It's a good thing for me to read this. I remain inspired. Thanks for sharing.

[Michael X]

carol, the solid rhyming is brilliantly conveyed, the idea is complex in its spiritual design, yet easy to understand in its clarity and wording, which in turn adds to the emotional effect, this is written at height, and resonates through the readers thoughts, very impacting, I could feel my heart skip, as i read the indepth portrayal of darkness overshadowing the soul, wow, very riveting, i am grateful to see that golden light overshadows darkness, your words lend strength to weakened hearts and those searching for answers,
and are a cold drink of water in the dry desert of reality, inspiring, excellent writing, thank you, mike

[Vicki Phipps]

Oh goodness! This is the line where I lost it and cried.
"Will you bring them to me? Will you hand me the knife?�
Yes..this is blessed. These are God's words through you. You really MUST repost this..and share it with everyone here...again and again. A treasure.

[AK]

It's surprising how many people have similar experiences. And still, some choose the darkness...
From hopelessness to hope, from despair to opportunity. You bundled it all up in this,

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

As for spoken word. im not good with all the poetic terms and write but to me anything you feel you should speak aloud is sopken word.

Chloe
xoxo

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Always a fight between dark and light.. this is a good example of the saying.. I enjoyed it.. first i sounded like a panic attack to me then it was so dark and despondent .. then came the light,, a lovely poem and i could hear it as spoken word.. good job and thoughtful reading.

Chloe
xoxo

[Julian]

For those of us who beleive in a real spiritual realm, this is a classic description of the war that rages for a single soul between the angels of darkness/demons and the angels of heaven.The daily fight to keep your head above water..the daily fight just to keep your eyes open..all being conducted behind the scenes by this huge angelic battle. Many many people will relate to this piece you have written Carole. Julian

[Rodney Ray Hatchell / U..]

I enjoyed reading this,,To be able to see Jesus win over someone again , in the very end you was able to show humans there is hope in this storey. I find it true without doult you hit it on the mark for God. GBU,,RodneyRay

[An Ordinary Woman]

Very touching indeed and very strong points.
... and timely ... I really needed to read this tonight.

thank you, you have been a point of so much inspiration to me.

[Crystal L. Test]

This is such a great contrast of light and dark, good and evil and finally God and Satan. So simple and basic of a subject, but so complex as humans are. This almost read like an epic poem for me. The hero, with God's help, triumphs over evil. The flow and rhyme were amazingly good.

Great job and thanks for sharing.