The turningA Poem by Harry Moralove doesn't always lead us down the right path, getting over a lost love can lead us even further astray
You watch in awe as you see me fade
We've seen the last of this masquerade This mask was torn by the words you'd say What's underneath will make you turn away Bruised and broken I grew inside Watched disgusted as the outside died I rose from the ashes of this misery A phoenix heart for everyone to see My scars tell the story of a thousand pains My mind reels in wonder of how I've stayed sane © 2010 Harry Mora |
Stats
221 Views
Added on May 11, 2010 Last Updated on May 11, 2010 AuthorHarry MoraEast Newark, NJAboutMy work began primarily as a way to exorcise my own inner demons, and give them a voice outside of my mind. I currently have a short stories in the anthologies MASTERS OF HORROR: DAMNED IF YOU DON'.. more..Writing
|