Swinging in Hell

Swinging in Hell

A 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 Borel


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A cracked vase can be fixed. We can look at it and not find the repair if done well enough but if we flick the fingernail against it, it won't ring as it did when first created. It will emit instead a dull sound.
The final line is worthy of any horror master writer.
Well emoted Barbara.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much
Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

Welcome Barbara

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Added on December 24, 2016
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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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A Poem by Barbara Borel