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02. here, let me help you with that

by Nanette Bellman

you get angry when i tell you
i don't think you'll ever leave.
 
but i see you
burying yourself,
more alive than dead
 
and when you can't pile the dirt
on fast enough
or when your hands need to be covered
 
you won't need me to tell you
 
        you've been digging you're own grave.

11/02/2008

Author's Note: you really can't help others who won't help themselves.

Posted on 11/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 11/03/08 at 07:40 PM

You really can't.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/03/08 at 09:36 PM

...direct & heavy sentiment, poignant metaphor

Posted by Sarah Wolf on 11/04/08 at 06:58 PM

What would you do without this individual for such inspiration?

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 12/03/08 at 02:26 PM

this reads is like an overlooked Misfits song. Good job.

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