Short stories and things

Analysis

Analysis



Hold me down

Dissect every part of me

Glare inside



Inside every

Cell, every word, all my being

You’ve seen.

Tear down the

Heart, find the meaning behind.

No tears

When once there were

Many… My words no longer song

But just that,

Words. A wreck

Is the new me not the true

Beauty



That it once was.

You have ripped my life apart…

My Life of poetry.