Black hole soul . . .

 

I have a hole in my soul
wounded by my life
I walk the street
and climb the mountains
and all the time I stumble
I hit the road of darkness
and walk the way of sorrow
until the day I find . . .
what is wrong with my mind
is it time contra living
or is it just bad luck
that made my way of walking
were all the things sucks . . .




Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-04-28 at 15:29

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
oh that black hole... how it tiptoes in the back like an unseen shadow that's just stealthily creeping up on us, and bang, it gets centerstage and toys with us and overtake the reigns when our foothold stumbles along the way at times... beauty fades to a point there's nothing else to see but this growing hole that takes away everything of the view... flowers don't sink in, nature disappears, love is a distant memory that's stored very deep away... like only bad feelings are ever around and only existed... and on it goes until nothing of what is important to us fades... the light diminishes progressively until nothing seems worth it in the end... sometimes a dangerous pit and always a suffocator... it's a cumbersome 'companion' to be trotting along life with, to say the least... and this is all of what your words here made my mind go to... powerful one... these types of times aren't a joy for sure... all the best *hugs* xx
2007-05-11