Broken I

Broken is the mechanical clock Broken is the bloody heart Broken is the memories of youth Broken is the will Broken as the world turns and spills Broken is the passion! Thoughts Fleeting to space with nothing to film, to remember Broken is the heart watch the gears spill! I tried to repair it with mechanical parts feeling ill of will I have destroyed eons of time wanting to kill I have thrown away all the memories watching them slide down the windowsill... I have undermined the heads of state I have felt broken in my will I have collected the passions taken the little pill from a fractured fragile little jar Ruby hue n tone, a dream dreamt alone! My dreams are barren My feet feel fractured My hands fraid MY vision delayed Feeling lost as my love The killing of a lone dove You have broken my soul I see all my skeletal remains: “will you repair it with mechanical parts, will you set the clock, wind the crown, watch it pass into the time, sublime, drifting through my memories”? Broken is the machine Broken at the heart Broken are my memories Broken in my soul, cold Broken as the world turns & burns Broken are my passions! Thoughts running out of space with nothing to see, no memory Broken is the everything watch the wires turn Can you repair what is damaged? Can you fix me? I think not…..