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.