Black HoleA Poem by Mari-SweetExploring a black hole is like being blind. An empty dark space with no walls-- if you could ever visit one, how far inside could you go before reaching the end? Or maybe there is no end. You would be free to go up, down, left, right, or you could float at a standstill. If you could ever visit one, you would be free to flip, cartwheel, and swim through this free space. But what if there are objects that have gotten sucked in? How could you possibly get around them? Maybe you should use a walking stick. But what if I told you that this dead star is really a death vacuum with no way out?
© 2011 Mari-SweetAuthor's Note
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Added on October 27, 2011 Last Updated on October 28, 2011 AuthorMari-SweetAboutI'm Marilyn. I like to write short stories and poetry. I wrote my first story at the age of 12 and have been keeping a story collection since I was 13 years old. Eventually, I started writing poetry a.. more..Writing
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