Sinking into the Black Hole.

This poem is about an addict falling off the wagon and realizing what she really does want and how to get there.

I’ve sunk back into my black hole,

Or crawled out of it into this artificial light.

Now I don’t know if I can go back.

I spent one week down there.

A whole week of self loathing.

A week of high emotions.

A week of struggle.

A week of fighting.

And now I’m tired,

I don’t want to go back.

I don’t want to fight,

Or struggle,

Or care,

Not anymore.

I want to be happy.

I want to live.

I want to love.

I don’t want to be afraid of life,

I want life to be afraid of me.

Maybe I will do it.

Maybe I will crawl back into that black hole.

If I do, I might find that it is really not a hole at all,

But a tunnel to sunlight.

Author's Note

Let me know how you think it flows and what you think about the structure! Any help would b much appreciated!

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love the structure. You took me on a path of an addict' life! Well written.