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Meet me at the graveyard gates

Poetry By: palewriter
Poetry



A tense little poem of an unstable youth and his thoughts.Please remember that suicide is wrong and should never be glorified in any way. There really is always a solution.


Submitted:Jul 3, 2009    Reads: 350    Comments: 15    Likes: 6   


I've written your name a thousand times
On blackboards in my soul.
Carving my arms in bloody curves
Till blood ran through my clothes.
I've finger-traced each lettered loop
On your tombstone in the cold...

Meet me at the graveyard gates,

meet me...

meet me...

I tore my hair out by the roots
And barely felt the pain
I banged my fist on plaster walls
And broke some picture frames
I screamed in pillows big and small
And tried to drown in pain...

Meet me at the graveyard gates,

meet me...

meet me...

I've tried to gauge the length of time,
I'd fall to the water below.
Or who would find me sitting here
With a bloody bullet hole.
But now today It's finally time
To swing by a slacken rope.

Meet me at the graveyard gates,


meet me...

meet me...

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