the black hole
The black hole
Thank you for your time
you tried to help
your sweating palm
felt brow furrows
my dripping head on your knee
I apologise
and oh,
about the mess
that damp patch on the wall
is me
my black hole
its spending spree
the shopping therapy
the emotions
In overdraft
I owe you this peaceful moment
my tears a currency
a crocodile craft
a silent wish you held me
I’m sorry
Sorry I sucked you in
sorry , this rattling tin
is getting predictable
and annoying
you feel a crying wolf
I slay him
they say charity from desperation
and I lay him
down
tired
The vacuous feeling tablet grin
A prescription
Has taken
Almost
everything
sucking once again a gob-stopper child
the pills are sugar coated
I’m not sure you were ever convinced
But the sabre teeth were very white
Very real
Its just I kept my mouth closed
Most of the time
And frowns are rarely threatening
so
Swallow
the great black hole
the emotional dole
Que.
winding cold
Happiness is closed
bloody
dark
being alone.
clarissa mckone
Sat 23rd Feb 2008 04:01
Wow! Interesting poem my friend. Sorry if Im not around much anymore. I have deleted all the poems. Im not going to deal with Sophie anymore.She is rude and a facsist. I take great time to look into all I write about, and she likes to blast me and acts like she knows it all. Email me. I have to many problems in life to take on more, this is to be fun and relaxing. Not always worry what Sophie thinks.