Revelations

A short poem I wrote a few months ago.

A soul
is a hole in your chest,
a void
we fill with what feels best.
I know now
I'm as bad as the rest.
I was lying before,
but now I confess:
blood lost
won't make me a man.
My secrets:
a very dark land.
I'm sorry
for taking your hand;
for breaking your fingers
and stealing the pieces.

Author's Note

I'm not sure I like how this ends.
As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.

Reviews

[ScaryTrees]

you can't ever fill that hole, can you?
in our blind rage and pain we do terrible damage to those who love us

i like the ending quite a lot

nice