Black hole
Since I was younger,Than I think I am.
I've been wandering ,
Through the void like a lonely man.
Waiting for someone extraordinary,
To come along to fill it from the start.
There's nothing that can be fixed,
With a black hole for a heart.
Yet here I stand,
A happy married man.
Betwixt my heart and soul,
But all that's ever left of me.
Is a maelstrom of thoughts.
Hidden between the blackness,
Of the darkest black hole.
Which holds that very part of me
The blackness within my soul.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-22 at 16:59
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