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Kristin Bordelon Poem
Murdered me with your love
Murdered me with your lies
I could see the rage when I looked into your eyes
You told me that you loved me
but I just wanted to leave.
"Why can't you just be happy" you ask
While pushing me to my knees
Always playing the victim
You're good at playing that game
Lies of mistreatment; lies and untruths
All I ever wanted was away from your abuse.
That night I planned to leave
That night my plan was perfect
But you found out and rallied your crew
You said I couldn't leave, you said we weren't through
I managed to escape you
And locked myself in a room
But you had other plans
And I knew my fate was doomed
You pryed open my door
And I tried to keep it shut
But your crew breached the second entry
And I knew my time was up
You stood behind the gun;
You pointed it in my direction
You pulled the trigger;
And took my life
You took it with just one finger
You claimed my death was suicide
But we both know the truth
You continue to play the victim
But now they're on to you!
Written By: Kristin Bordelon
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2018
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Kristin Bordelon Poem
How does it feel to be confined to a bed
Alone in a psych ward with the voices in your head
Your actions done and now you're here
How does it feel to be laying here
The lives you've destroyed but still deny
You don't fool me; An eye for an eye
Karma has a way of coming back around
Now it's your turn and you've been found
Losing the battle; your little one lost
They protect her from you at all costs
The State came in and took her away
With you no more; not allowed to stay
Your home and job is a thing of the past
Your lying and deceit took them at last
Your family no longer behind your front door
The life you had is no more
You dug your own grave all on your own
help from no one; you did it alone
What goes around comes around they say
And karma made sure; you're beginning to pay
Author: Kristin Bordelon
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2018
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Kristin Bordelon Poem
Down along the riverbank
Crawling through the sand
Walk carefully and keep quiet
For danger is at hand
You hope to find a place to hide
But who you meet is much worse
She's evil and she's grotesque
She's wicked and she's cursed
The restless soul of someone dark
She brings only misery and death
She lures the unsuspecting
So she can steal their spark
With pale skin and withered hands
And eyes as dull as coal
She'll pull you down into the depths
She wants to steal your soul!
Author: Kristin Bordelon
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2018
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Kristin Bordelon Poem
In a small town, in the middle of the state
Lie many questions; still unanswered to date
Injustice is done without the bat of an eye
It's all about who you know, my oh my
Crying for help, you don't stand a chance
While those in control laugh and dance
Most turn their backs and pretend it away
They claim it doesn't happen; not the way you say
Just ask George, Jeremy, Armando or Ray
They could have told you the things that take place
It's a game to some; not to all
But we mustn't stay silent; the corrupt must fall
They tell you to relax, don't be so uptight
But it's all I think about when I go to bed each night
Until the day comes when the corrupt are undone; I'll remain a voice about the things that go on
In this Louisiana parish, I pray to this day; That those in control learn to do things the honest way
Until that day comes to Avoyelles at last;
I'll continue to be a voice of the corruption they cast.
Author: Kristin Bordelon
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2018
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Kristin Bordelon Poem
Margaret dared to poke the bear
She thought she was so smart
With eyes of coal; she lacked a soul
And shot him straight through the heart
She sat and laughed at what she’d done
Because she thought she was smarter than everyone
She played the victim and tried to sway
the stares and talks of what people would say
When his family discovered what she had done;
their fight for justice had begun
So she packed her belongings and fled out of town
In the middle of the night, not making a sound
But it was too late, they already knew
All the things that she did do
You can run, you can hide
But you’ll never get away
The truth always wins; we know what you did...and prison awaits your stay.
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2020
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