I'M Broken

Somewhere inside, I’m broken, Fragments of flesh and glass, Memorials rococo of vision, Flicker, crumble and pass. Emblems of hollow achievement, Semblance of scarcity glance, Shadowy flutters of moth wings, A retreat for every advance. Nothingness pinions the future, Screens shining whiter than snow, Essences, cigarette burning, On celluloid tatters aglow. Somewhere inside, I’m broken, A jigsaw of childhood and age, And so is the sterile communion With all that I failed to engage.