Pretty Prison

A Poem by Barbara Borel

Living in this prison, beaten every day. Please don't ask me if I'm okay. Every breath of air is toxic fumes. I'm buried in a grave with a hundred rooms. Everywhere I turn is broken bones. This is my punishment for my real self shown. And in the end, if I shall survive. I will always wonder, how I made it out alive

© 2016 Barbara Borel

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Added on November 6, 2016
Last Updated on December 3, 2016

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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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