Nikkia Roberts Poet Verse

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.

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Debbie Guzzi April 25, 2014 at 4:42 PM Not a sonnet BUT great writing none the less and no they don't want to know, to know is to be responsible for doing or NOT doing something- many of us have gone through this too many - perhaps you'd read my verse The Sowing. Light & Love