Further down the black hole we go
Further until you release all hope
Further, further, further...
The darkness is consuming
Every inch more
And you think, “This is the end.”
Forever you shall fall
Time to think
Time to consider
Life is a punctured heart
Waiting to burst
But still pending...
Keep the panic to a minimum
Even if you are all alone now
No one can hear you now
A raw throat
Compensates for your healed wrists
It’s all coming together...
Life is a punctured heart
Waiting to burst
But still pending...Is this the end?
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Written February 24th, 2004
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Heart-breaking poem, here hun, I hope that you can escape the luring presence of the black hole, I know it's hard to sometimes. Things will sort themselves out, they always do. Hope that you are OK - love the background by the way!!
Blue
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I like this poem alot and no matter what i am always here for you. No this isn't the end and it never will be through life and death nothing is ever the end something always continues on. I LOVE YOU SIS!! and i hope that you never forget it. when you are sad i will know and be sad with you or comforting to cheer you up!!
keep up the great writes
~ur sis~
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Exellante
I don't know. You poem moves me in ways that if Loretta touched me in that way i would say ohhhhh. But seriously this is the best short poem i have ever read. I really like it.
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