Alexandra Mas Poet Dramatic Verse

Turned To Ash

All of the embers have turned to ash
And I am deaf to the noise 
When they speak like shattered glass.
Dare to ask where I’ve been.
My head hosts rallies for the broken.
I’ve got strong bones and eyes of gold 
That sometimes ache and spill my soul.
But look at me, I hide it well.
I hide a mind birthed from hell

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Andrea Dietrich May 1, 2017 at 3:23 PM This is a strong poem, Alexandra. Shows such pain being hidden. I liked its imagery. Alexandra Mas May 2, 2017 at 1:34 AM Thank you very much

John Herlihy May 1, 2017 at 1:49 PM I can see you can pack a punch in as little space as possible. . . where, yes, less is more. Nice work and keep it up. John Alexandra Mas May 2, 2017 at 1:35 AM Thank you kindly!

Chris Green May 1, 2017 at 11:45 AM Very cool. I like the contrast in this, "rallies for the broken" to end with "mind birthed of hell". Quite dark and haunting are your words. Alexandra Mas May 2, 2017 at 1:35 AM Thank you my friend. Appreciate the feedback.