Broken

BROKEN Scattered shadowy clouds, silently scream in this brain aloud. Leafy thoughts, fall and scatter, branches crack, in a mind of matter, weathering the mental days, twirling winds, spiralling a mindful maze. Spiriually rusted, a battered battery drained and busted, psychologically dried and dusted, repairs required, survival or revival. Days and nights, melted memory lights, flickers of the past, reflecting a darkening shadow cast, Seeing future appear, from the rear. Tired from tomorrow's wane, views from a warped window's pane. Potted, no longer in bloom, from the worldly rein of gloom. Tick tock, upon the wall, an earthly revolutionary call, from the weathering daze, and an evil haze. Time and end, will not amend, a sensing feeling, to be awoken, is this earthly life broken?.