Blackhole by Sheldon Alexander

Close ya eyes

Look deep into my third eye

Become lost in another reality

One where a country constantly battles me

Not the physical flesh but a mere silhouette 

You gaze deeper into its darkness to find the light at the end of the tunnel

Slowly swirling into a funnel

Where all memories go

Peering into my soul

The soul that has vibrated with so many frequencies 

Frequently I wonder sometimes who I am

 from first glance many created a box to ensnare me

I have yet to be caught 

My pain has been passed around and I ask 

Why do you share me? 

Do you really take pleasure in my experience 

Even though this journey has made me quite delirous

Why are some so curious? 

I am a star, yet a small twinkle in the system 

The universe spoke and said my blackhole doesn't matter

I've run out energy to argue

I hide within myself, feeding off what's left of my 

Subconscious. 

darkness is the only thing behind these eyelids 

but I've had my fair share of 

peaceful nights 

the sounds of me wailing

as I absorb everything around

light, matter, the stars themselves 

this life was just another conquest to me

but I never wanted to be a conqueror 

historically was there ever a prince that cut short his responsibility? 

just to bleed his royal blood 

in the comfort of others? 

I wonder. 

do I really have the strength so many believe? 

am I patient enough to tend to a tree? 

everytime I see myself I shape shift into a stranger 

one that tells me every single memory of us

and yet it's still hard to believe

That i lived this 

Can I still water that tree? 

Do I have the strength to lift this pale 

It seemed so light at first but now it's murky waters 

Stench of darkness

Why is darkness such a curse

When the plant grows just fine

Who am I to lie

If it's nothing but pleasing myself 

So I ask, who can I really be? 

If nothing was never really meant for me

Until I took these calloused hands 

Wrung the Blood from them 

Open old wounds

Just to recreate another memory 

One with good intentions

Authored in purple silk with gold lining

Bound to the very words that were spoken

Combed into a poem worth Quoting for eons

Scribed across star gates

"This life is carried to the next. 

The present is a butterfly effect, 

The gift is a future, The past is a memory."

And I am the one who makes it all happen.