The Confession

The unending loop that leads confinement 

That I am eager to get out of it

Yet the time flows slower at the edge of the black hole

Making it tougher to leave 

Becomes overwhelming every single moment you go through the same

But can’t blame the Relativity

I struggle to decide 

If it’s the genuine self of mine or an illusion 

Could be the suppression that flows in the bloodstream 

Or an obsession with the loop itself just to be certain that every single thing remains the same

Fear maybe is what slows the time around the edge 

Keeping me safe from the uncertainty at the end of the hole 

The conflict itself is unending for sure

Becoming robustly consuming 

And I am the one who caused it