ABOUT THE POEM: This poem turns inner collapse into a cosmic metaphor, using the physics of black holes to express emotional gravity, memory, and self-erasure. The speaker feels consumed by his own interior world, where love survives but becomes unreachable beyond a personal event horizon. The imagery explores isolation, looping thoughts, and the fear that consciousness itself becomes a trap. The piece closes on a philosophical note: the realization that the questioner and the answerer are ultimately the same self.What happened to life?
Everything in my heart still remains-
only now it has curdled, bitter and gray.
I lost everything
I never truly held.
If no light escapes my room,
does that mean no light lives inside?
Apparently not.
My heart is a black hole.
A sealed room contains.
A black hole devours-
space twisted so cruelly
that every path marked “forward”
bends back into itself.
I am pinned inside frozen photographs:
flat instants nailed to the wall,
a depthless plane
with no third dimension to enter,
no freedom left to choose.
All the love I ever felt-for so many-
waits intact beyond the event horizon.
The harder I reach,
the deeper I fall
into the cage.
Photons don’t bounce here.
They fall.
Forever.
I am trapped with a character who remembers everything.
I cannot loosen the grip, cannot break the pattern;
I can only evaporate
while chasing the answer.
But where do broken hearts go
when feelings refuse to vanish like black holes do?
I want to take my exit from the universe and leave.
Consciousness is a disease.
I was its patient.
The answer was folded inside the question from the beginning.
The one who asks
must also be the one who answers.
Every story I know circles home.
So this one ends
where it began-
with the question.
