No One From their GraveA Poem by Barbara BorelWritten in 1989 age 20
No One From their Grave
(January 25,1988 age 20) I'm having my nervous breakdown now when my happy life falls apart. It always happens when I fall in love. Just as fast as they fall out of love with me. I must of made a deal with the devil long ago cause God won't let love near me. He distorts my mind into all infatuation. And breaks my heart. By this time all of my heart is gone. Cause he keep tearing and tugging . I'm losing my mind. I see red on the walls and I call out dead names. But no one's coming out of the grave for me. Only to send me into one of my own. Maybe life's just a big joke. But I'm not laughing because I know in the long run God will get the last laugh. I just stay and watch the redwalls and drown in the blood that pours. No one can help me now, no one from their grave. BMB © 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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