The Black Hole Poem by Jason Hedrick

How could one person,
Mean the world to me.
When I know in my mind,
We will never be.

I sit in the room,
Dark quiet and small.
Then nobody will ever,
See the tear drops fall.

As I sit by myself,
Alone in the dark.
I say no words,
No thought, and no heart.

All has become nothing,
Just like you and me.
I’m left with my morals,
And my own dignity.

The room is dark and quiet,
It starts to feel real cold.
It used to be my heart,
Where now there is a big black hole.