Hanging An Anvil With Dental Floss

To the face it seems alright, like everything's in tact.

But rip me open, all you'll see is black.

From mind to heart, it seems to be confusion.

From the breathless moments,

To those that brought suffocation.

What's the use of broken glass and frayed strings?

Now what use does a broken man bring?

Bruised and beaten,

But never defeated.

I can stand on my own.

Used to this thing, its called

Alone

Author's Note

I don't write to please people, but to clear my mind and express what was felt at that exact moment.

Reviews

[nigrum homonculus]

pretty raw. i do like the honesty in this piece and some of your other work. i have respect for that. well done.