Broken

A man no more

If I die before I wake
At least then my heart you cannot break,
I opened the layers to my soul
Them same layers are now black as coal.
Cuts so deep they try and write a poem
These cuts remind me that I'm all alone.
Apart of something special, or so I thought.

Was I right?

I guess not.

Author's Note

I don't know.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Andy, your poem speaks to our human instinct to protect ourselves, hide our vulnerabilities, and our willingness to miss life's beauties---if we choose to stand in the shadows. Your poetry is an expression of courage, to step out, and speak to others. In fact, you're not alone, and I'm confident others will say the same after reading your work. Keep writing.

[Andy Leavy]

Thank you, Robert. This was a lovely review and you truly captured what I was trying to say.