Black Hole

By Andrea   

Curled up
In silent decay
I forget about food
Sleep comes and goes
My thoughts are slow
They turn to dust

The world stops
I waste away
I loathe my existence
But I exist to hope

I am weak
My body stumbles
From exhaustion
I feel a 100 years old

I confide
I don’t want to die
And stray to the
Other side

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