Lost Love Poem ~
My Inner Black Hole
by Dana Shahar, Age 12

The emptiness.
That tears me apart.
It rips at me,
Turning me inside out.

The nothingness.
The emptiness.
The feeling that nothing is there,
Everything is gone.

The new life.
Moving on.
A crisis,
In the past.

But a feeling that stays with me forever.
But what if this feeling,
Is the feeling of not feeling anything?
What if this feeling is blankness?

A sucking, ripping, tearing feeling from my core.
Taking all my insides,
Pulling them out,
Until nothing is left.

And that feeling,
That void,
That keeps pulling away little part of me,
Each and every day.

That feeling of nothing.
Not sad, not happy, not excited, not scared.
Not knowing what is what, or who is who.
That feeling that is becoming me; becoming true.

That feeling that will soon take over me,
And control me,
From inside out,
Until there is nothing left but nothingness.

The fading of a mind, of a heart; of a person.
The disappearance of a soul.
That feeling of not feeling any feelings,
Is my inner black hole.


Written by Dana Shahar
copyright ©2009 Dana Shahar