Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Poem# 40 Acceptance

Deep now in a humans soul
There is a black dot.
A black dot that is deep and huge
Its surrounds our insides
Like oranges in a big tight circle
Holding on to each others hands
That black hole eventually explodes
And all that is left is pieces of it
The pieces have to learn have to reattach own or slowly disappear.

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