Blackhole - Poem by Celeste Morse
Laughter surrounding me,
Happy blurs flying past -
I feel stuck
In the middle of it all;
Like someone pressed
The pause button on my life.
Light, sweet voices
Pull me back to reality -
Yet darkness of moments past
Pull me deeper
Into my blackhole of sorrow,
And I begin to wonder if my life
Shall ever be put on play again.
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