Black Hole

A Poem by Shaunta R. Edwards

Swirling

Twirling

Down my Black Hole

Unfortunate

Fool

Lost in Pity

My Own Self

Destruction

Inept Attributes

Why is it so cold?

Black

Feeling this or Feeling

Nothing at all

Is that my only choice?

Cold and Frail

Bruises

Lining

Bruises

Unable to Suffice

To Surface

Head

Barely

Holding

On to Anything

Nothing

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Added on May 8, 2010
Last Updated on May 8, 2010

My name is Shaunta Renee Edwards and I am 22 years old. I am the mother of the most kick a*s 2 year old boy. He is my inspiration to live. more..

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