A dark poetry

And a time comes, when the dark
Which frightened the mind
Now soothes the soul
And the ray
which warms the soul
Now irritates the eye
Something has been broken
Something has died
And I can't figure what
The black hole gets bigger
With no chance of escape
The more I wriggle
the more gravity pulls
The more I shout
the more it echoes
And slowly everything vanishes and collapses
Reminding that every 'blackhole' was once a 'star'!
©aparnajuhi