Broken
“Open mind, open Eyes
Open too long, something dies.
Found the ties, too many tries.
Broken mind, soul dies.”
He needed someone or something to be there,
There was no need to break-in, I was welcomed.
When you weren’t there, what did you think would happen?
Something had to take up space, Something had to!
He broke! Black spilled out, you kept picking!
When you were gone, something had to drive!
You continued to go till you finally stayed…
I never Broke In. He was Broken.
[I fixed him.]
(Who are you talking to?)
{ What?}
(Who are you?)
[Me.]
Copyright © Onyx Perth | Year Posted 2021
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