Broken Egg

Sometimes let the tears roll
And clear the cloud of heaviness
It happens without a clue
I say the answers for know i know
In a copy of the book of pain
lies a secret open later
Our path of journey can explain
You may not bleed but desire an encounter
The surgeon’s stitches may give a try
And balm heals wound overtime
There to mend is a broken heart
The memory of pain lives to scare
Nedukems
Twelve line poems are rare these days and a kinda outdated.
Do focus on fourteen line poems.
most of the lines are plain without enough metaphors.
The fourth line reads:I say the answers for know i know*
…do make more meaningful. Good all the same
Lets talk ma boi…Great piece