Untitled ** Poem by Andy Brookes

shall I tell you why its good to die, she said.
not wanting her dis closure for it hurt like bullets that pass through
hitting nothing vital except theheart which shattered.

let me, she said give you ten good reasons but turning away
some on leashes truth is hard to hear melded with sword like tongue
which cut through the rd tape of morality corroding spirit

should have fledlike the heart from the hunter
should have done something, anything,
but nerves numb and cold reacted not caught by that steely gaze
shall I tell you why it'sgood to die and all I could voice I'd rather not.