DARK BLACK HOLE
The life you live depends on the
Altitude of your Attitude.
The way you learn comes down
To your Aptitude.
The difficult times,
The heart aches.
You can recall every,
Single mistake.
The times that pass,
You live another day.
The ones who go,
The ones who stay.
The children grow up,
And you get old.
Out of prison,
With no parole.
Through the eyes,
Deep down in the soul.
Remains hope in that,
Dark black hole.
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Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2024
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