The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]

The black hole

A thickly veiled mist enshrouds the night sky,
a hushed cold breeze whistles in the never-ending swirls.
an illumining hope hides, failing to perform.
In the centre, a chaos of confusion explodes like a balloon, leaking helium.
Showers of toxic,
a Ceres cry of wails,
the tiny globes clouded with nebula
voices of the past plagued into a deep black hole,

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light,
a timid blaze of fire,
circulating, transforming,
unseen but vivid...

A random poem, which I never finished. It's a very ambiguous one, as it's actually not about space itself, but an actual person going through mental health issues.