My Black Hole
I’ve stood on your balcony beside your Bald Eagle.
Wolves prey on the lonely souls lost in the night.
I’ve seen your attraction to the dark side flowing.
You have no more room for regret and no more
ways to fill up your abundance.
I’ve stood on your ledge beside your hallowed
dungeon. The more I close in to the edge the
more I see the pain of falling. I will not reach for
your corrupted hand to pull me up and save me.
You have your way, I have mine.
I’ve stood on your citadel beside your house of
detention. Clearly you don’t feel the loss I feel
when you hang your hands out to dry in the rain.
It isn’t fair to lose the battle after the game is over.
I have good intentions, you do not.
I’ve stood on your reformatory beside the bed
where you weep. Times have changed and the
avenues driven are way too far to let go of pain.
Curiosity fumes at my brain while the wind blows
into the nothingness of my black hole.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 25, 2016
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