Digging My Own GraveA Poem by *~*Butterfly Kisses*~*Get out of my brain!Small stones of concrete Lives lost and some forgotten In the darkened airy mist Graveyard of past memories.
The perfect place, The perfect spot Pieces of me Six feet beneath the ground.
Creatures of the night Maggots and flies gnawing At the tiny remains Of my agonizing existence.
Hatred for the wrong Liars and thieves Taking everything, stealing The innocence I once felt.
Swollen and tired hands, I have worked too hard and long Shooing away the flies To forget these broken memories.
As I dig my own grave tonight Broken memories will go forgotten Stuffed within this coffin Mourning the innocence you stole.
I will force myself to forget The hatred that boils in my veins Here lies my aching heart Dead on the inside, its your fault.
© 2011 *~*Butterfly Kisses*~*Reviews
|
Stats
2084 Views
34 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on November 2, 2011Last Updated on November 3, 2011 Author*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*Somewhere between TN and NYC, TNAboutMy name is Anna Rose... what can I say about myself? I'm 20 learning to live on my own, trying to escape from a dark part of my life. Been writing my heart since I was able to write. I write whate.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|