Breakdown No27
We're awoken
not ready
to awaken
another long,
long and dreary
weary
to the bones
day
to face.
circles
sat in circles
spoke
talked in circles
my
pain
any worse
than
any others?
and
did it
yours?
On
and on
day
after day
talked
an
talked
talking
or
just words
spilling
dribbling
out
to lie
on the floor
swept out
like cigarette
buts.
Paper cups
tiny
multi-coloured
speckles
like M&M's
mouth open
wide
spots
swallowed
all
gone
to bed
snick
the lock
start again
over
again tomorrow
and
tomorrow
and
tomorrow
.......
will it
END?
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