Behind Death
Behind this barbed-wire fence
(It hurts to tell you so)
They stripped me naked then stared
At the dirt I could not rinse.
Behind this barbed-wire fence
(Slit wrists twisted in cuffs)
I told the half-dead counselor
I’d really had enough.
Behind this barbed-wire fence
(It hurts to tell you so)
Life is attempting suicide
In a graveyard where all dirt goes.
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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