“Black Dot” by Julia Paul, a poem from her chapbook, Staring Down the Tracks, released in March, 2020 by The Poetry Box, has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize.
Please enjoy the poem, and feel free to leave a comment.
This is what loneliness looks like,
defined by what surrounds it.
A single black balloon
slipping through white sky.
This is the period sitting stone-still
at the end of a sentence,
any sentence, including this one.
This is what God looks like
from behind closed eyes,
faceless and distant.
This is the soul
according to some.
The soul, blackened by sin,
the light of grace snuffed out.
This is the needle mark.
This is the black hole
into which the self disappears.
This is the exit wound.
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