Black Hole

A poem that was written a few years ago.

All alone in a box.

Old is new everyday.

Crying all the time about the past,

those tears are swimming in my head.

Dryness never comes,

and all you can trust

is a big black round voice

which screams all the noise.

Lost in myself,

A black hole that i have

sorrow under my blood

and all you can trust

is a big black round voice 

which screams all the noise.

can't sleep well in my bed

i know that's very sad.

Concentrate and see

how life are meant to be.

Before you got inside

the door was close and wide,

and in the edge you saw

that it isn't too late to grow.