Blue Walls

Blue Walls

A Poem by Barbara Borel
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Written in 1989 at the age of 21

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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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Barbara Borel
Barbara Borel

Metairie , LA



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Born 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..

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