Ryan Wegenast Poet Rhyme

Black Hole

It is a hole of black
Where I find myself
Cannot retract
I dug the hole myself

Thoughts of murk
Not substance from the mind of I
Yet in this darkness I lurk
Pleasing the sadness of I

O’ how dismal the dirty, gloom
How can you forgive me?
A pother creeps stealthily, my tomb
How can I forgive me?

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Phyllis Babcock May 26, 2011 at 10:09 AM What Deb said is so true. We have all did this at one time or another. If you need an ear or a shoulder on line you have many of us who will listen. Never hold the bitterness and sadness in your heart. Life is to live not to grieve. Phyl

Debbie Guzzi April 4, 2011 at 3:00 PM all have gone this way at one time or another for it is the meaning of human to err, come back....Light & Love

Cherie Durbin March 28, 2011 at 8:56 AM I hope you find your way out of the sadness, Ryan! We're here to help.