The Black Hole Of Despair by Marie-Therese Knepper (credit to Shel Silverstein’s “Where The Sidewalk Ends.” line used: let us leave this place where the smoke blows black)
These old feelings won’t let go. The truth of us just won’t leave, and I’m stuck with this hole in the place I used to call a heart, where nothingness resides, the repository of smoke dreams, where the wind of despair blows, filling my world with black.
The Black Hole Of Despair
by Marie-Therese Knepper
(credit to Shel Silverstein’s “Where The Sidewalk Ends.” line used: let us leave this place where the smoke blows black)
These old feelings won’t let
go. The truth of us
just won’t leave,
and I’m stuck with this
hole in the place
I used to call a heart, where
nothingness resides, the
repository of smoke
dreams, where the wind of despair blows,
filling my world with black.