Chaos

Chaos

A Poem by Barbara Borel

The anger inside can no longer hide the gash in my soul is ten miles wide.

If I'd only flown away when I had the chance. I would not need to make this deadly stance.

Your not human with your black horrid spell. The death the cruelty the horrid smell.

If i could I would take my hands and banish you away. Even if you asked and begged to stay.

Your the control when chaos lives in me. Eating, festering, draining , all that I see.

So once more I beg you to be true. Away away away with you.

© 2016 Barbara Borel


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A lot of good things come out of chaos. Imagine the chaos that there must be at all levels - I mean like, all the molecules and stuff (that's the technical term) in a cake batter when the mixer gets turned on. Then an hour at 250 degrees, turning every 15 minutes or so and voila (not to be confused with the musical instrument - viola) - a yummy cake !!
Chaos is a necessary evil - as is cake !!

Case dismissed ! lol

I'm kidding. I really enjoyed this. I have an affinity with Egypt and the ancients feared chaos more than anything. This made me think of Ancient Egypt. I love where this took me. (at your expense sorry Barbara)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Barbara Borel

8 Years Ago

Thank you... under a.lot of stress . I think some odd things will surface with my writing



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A lot of good things come out of chaos. Imagine the chaos that there must be at all levels - I mean like, all the molecules and stuff (that's the technical term) in a cake batter when the mixer gets turned on. Then an hour at 250 degrees, turning every 15 minutes or so and voila (not to be confused with the musical instrument - viola) - a yummy cake !!
Chaos is a necessary evil - as is cake !!

Case dismissed ! lol

I'm kidding. I really enjoyed this. I have an affinity with Egypt and the ancients feared chaos more than anything. This made me think of Ancient Egypt. I love where this took me. (at your expense sorry Barbara)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Barbara Borel

8 Years Ago

Thank you... under a.lot of stress . I think some odd things will surface with my writing

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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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