Black Hole

June 17, 2009
By Preston Wilson BRONZE, North Bend, Washington
Preston Wilson BRONZE, North Bend, Washington
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I am waiting to be let down
Down in the dark underground i go
I am surrounded by darkness
I travel without muscle
I can hear them as they chatter among themselves
As they walk at a pace with no beat
As the chain releases me,
I can forget my memories.
That seem to only last forever.
As i go down the dark places, not knowing where ill end up,
Ill forget them.

The author's comments:
This is a poem that I wrote about my childhood, because I always used to watch the bath water spin down the drain wondering where it goes.

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