This is where
All my fears
Meet -

It's no bulls-eye that
Once revelation strikes
Will crown me victor;
It's not a crossroads
With one road leading to
Salvation
And the other to
Eternal damnation

Rather it is a black hole
Where all my doubts and fears
Meet face to face
Before they meld and mold
And get sucked away
Into the very core of me.

As in a mirror
I am the inverse reflection
(Cold and petty and
Shameful)
And my voice seems to have
Silenced itself
So much so that I can no longer ask:
"Why? Why?"
So much so that I have
No words to speak.

This is where
All my fears
Meet -

Right in the very core of me.

It would appear
That I am my own
Black hole.