Spilling My Guts

Shattered words like daggers, hit me in the chest
Peircing eyes of invasion, I know they're not impressed
Hands like desperate thieves, desiring my soul
Searching for my secrets, leaving just a hole
Snatching all that's hidden, hands that grasp for more
Digging deeper and deeper, until they reach my core
Privicy is no option, they know me inside out
Demons of my past, there really is no doubt
Spilling is the option, my guts like pouring rain
They have what they desired now, their brutal selfish gain.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. Sometime better to allow sleeping dogs to lay in peace. To re-birth error or sin few will understand. Few people don't have secrets. I have a million secrets that wife of 20 years will never know. I like the directness of this poem.
"Demons of my past, there really is no doubt
Spilling is the option, my guts like pouring rain "
Some demons need to stay bury. You can trust few with personal pain and sadness. Thank you for the outstanding poem. Made me think this morning.
Coyote

[Sarah Morgan]

This is very deep and personal revealing a lot of yourself and how you feel and I think a lot of us feel this way that people want and want from you until you feel like there is nothing left to give of yourself and the feelings of being torn-down are really heart-breaking so I feel this piece. Great write! Kudos!

[Cassiopia Summers]

This is realing great! It flows extremely well, although I do have one suggestion. (:

What if this line "Digging deeper and deeper, until the reach my core" was this "Digging deeper and deeper, reaching my very core"??

[ViolentlyDead]

F*****G AWEOSME! THIS IS THE BEST POEM I HAVE EVER READ IN MY FRIKKIN LIFE, I ADMIRE YOU!

[A.R. Poppy]

I really like this poem. The rhythm's great!