I am broken
But I am breaking more
Than I am broke
Sometimes I am the breaker
Stuck behind my flaws
This silence I long to break
To open the door
But it broke
At my stroke
Hear my roar
Apply the break
A screech of C. SHARPE
Sends shards of self
On the floor
I am half baked
Broke on the create
What am I…
Good for?

Posted: Thursday, June 11th, 2020 @ 12:17 pm
Categories: Poems, Within and Without.
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