Posted in Poetry Domestic Violence, tagged black hole, wilma becraft on February 6, 2010| Leave a Comment »
This Black Hole
I lived in this black hole
Darkness surrounded me
I never felt so low
I thought surely this can’t be
My spirit has been broken
My body black and blue
But i would keep on hoping
This just can’t be true
This is not happening
It’s only a dream
Love is not like this
Then i began to scream……
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