There’s a Black Hole in his road

that soaks up all the rain,

sunshine and warmth that disappears

without a trace

the deeper it goes, killing

all sound, creating only noise, in its journey

to obliterate all that may contain life;

it doesn’t realise that as the once reflected sun

beamed off its water, it too holds now existence,

it is carefree chaos,

the black pitted small hole

in the journey

that has become the architect of destruction.

Inspired by the photography of John Chatterton.

Ian D. Hall  2018