When the ground opened up, it swallowed the entire town.
How could such a thing happen without any warning?
Oh, and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger
Leaving an ever-growing scar across the landscape
Everyone was horrified as they turned the next page of Stephen King’s newest book
Heavy thoughts weighed her down
Entrapping here emotions in a depressive black hole
Finding herself unable to escape its impetuous gravitational pull
That was until she finally drank her coffee
Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
Supernova hatred exploded from Jim.
The waves of revulsion swept over Andy, knocking him back a step.
Andy worried about what was left of the man who used to be his best friend.
Realizing that now a black hole was where Jim’s heart used to be.
Emaciated emotional state
Means he didn’t even feel numb
Pushing aside those around him who care
The worst part was normally he was so full of life
Yet here he was, a walking black hole of nothingness
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Her absence left his heart bleeding
Obviously this was a mortal wound
Leaching what little joy he had left into the darkness
Even as the rest of the world didn’t notice
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Putting characters into harm’s way seemed like fun
Little did he know how painful it was going to be to him
Ordinary words built the structure one at a time
Then the book was done until someone pointed out a hole!
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Pushing away from the table, Ethan looked at his shirt
At the elbow there was a large hole worn into the fabric
That hole was the result of working all these years wearing that shirt
Could he fix that hole, sure, but that would mask his contribution
He would do that the day he retired, else they could bury him with that hole
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Silently my stomach ambushes me
Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal
All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything
Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still
Killing my hunger dead in its tracks
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Climbing back out of the hole
Up along the slope of the mountain
Searching deep for the energy to continue
Pushing onward towards the peak
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