Swinging in HellA Poem by Barbara Borel
We can't go back to who we used to be. Laughs and giggles and living carefree.
The monster called time has doomed us all once again. We chose to stop breathing even though we can. We swing from deaths jaws as if struck by a spell. Swing child swing for your living in hell © 2016 Barbara BorelReviews
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1 Review Added on December 24, 2016 Last Updated on December 24, 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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