The black hole

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Mark Webster art

the pain that i try so hard to hide
escapes through the little ball of my pen.
in my poetry i’m as naked as i’ve never been.

here i cannot lie, i open my heart.
i try to run but i cannot hide:
the words always find their way out of me.

i’m tired of this gap in my heart:
a black hole that eats my blessings
and leaves me stuck with my disasters.

3 comments
  1. i would say “and leaves me stuck with my disasters” maybe a typo?

    in any very nice painting! i feel the same way when i write poems.

    • Nanda said:

      i just corrected it. thanks.
      🙂

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