Broken

An ember still aglow

Ignites buried spites

Venom begins to flow

A dagger buried in my steel skin

The blade breaks my body quakes

I stagger my head I feel spin

Ghosts of the past shadow me

Bone chipped, flesh ripped

From addiction I flee

You've thrown me out, into the rain

I don't fear the knife but life

I drink the venom to deaden the pain

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

This view of brokenness is so raw and jarring. It is rare that thoughts and themes such as this are given such a full and moving poetic voice. Thanks for sharing, Soren.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your insightful comment it is much appreciated