Broken Minded
It tumbles through my mind
Like an oversized owl clipped
From flight. Nothing remains
Shelves of carefully stacked
Thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Shatter into shards of coloured mirrors.
Then it spreads – a black tar
Glupping, glumping until it fills
Pores and membranes and every
Being that was once myself.
I thought steadiness achieved
Until one day – back turned –
You came and that was it.
Gone peace and enter marooned
Madness. Life over but not dead.
Torture like toenails being pulled.
But it goes: time is our one
Weapon left. The shelves are
Never replaced, my childhood general store
Vandalised. Bottles of being
Smashed from innocence.
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