Black Hole

No sound escapes this vacant void
No light leaks from its space
A hiding place of perfect form
Devoid of touch and taste

Desperate pleas that enter there
Return no echo or reply
They die in silence, fade away
A mute unanswered cry

I never meant to make this hole
Its silence burns my ears
It stops the things that should come out
To calm my doubts and fears

How do you kill a blackened hole
That feeds on all it finds
To open up the inner soul
And clear a troubled mind

So questions voiced to God above
Escape to plead their case
And answers given back again
Can transit through that place