Rotted

Once I believed I was hollow

Inside and out

I'd look at all the others

So perfect and poise

I'd bet

If you ripped them open

All you'd find is green 

A sickening goodness

From inside and out

And when I saw my insides

I expected to see nothing 

Empty

And instead

My core was rotted

Black

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Onlyme]

Jealous of others not worthy of you. Be who you are. Unique, yourself and true and good. Far from rotten or bad. Heartfelt and so sincere

[Correspondence]

Thank you, Dee. I appreciate the feedback! ;)

[Onlyme]

And a good poet, you speak from the heart.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

It’s a painful reality that much of what limits us in our lives is our own feelings of unworthiness and self-hatred. Your wordplay brings a sting of pain to the stanza format – and – brings home to the reader this self-critical thought process... sad but poignant write - :-)

[Effie]

Very interesting write! I think if we look deep within there can be a blackness for all of us. Since we can't see inside each other it is easy to think it isn't there. I can relate to this. Descriptive and very good work. Well done.