Blue WallsA Poem by Barbara BorelWritten in 1989 at the age of 21
Blue Walls. (1989 age 21)
When the world spins where do you go. When the world spins ever so slow. I am not me and you are not you until the night comes in shades of blue. The act was fine for one more day. Sometimes I feel myself with the games I play. Alone at last isn't so good. When the blue walls are understood. I know my walls are black and blue. I can't even see them anymore. I'm torn in pieces and what's the point. My blue walls aren't blue anymore © 2016 Barbara Borel |
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Added on November 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 3, 2016 AuthorBarbara BorelMetairie , LAAboutBorn and raised in New Orleans. Use words as a way of expressing myself. I dont write for an audience or to get praise or please anyone. Writing is therapy. In my eyes expressing words in paper... th.. more..Writing
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