Thursday, May 31, 2012

Broken State of Mind

She lives next door, in my head
In the apartment
 of my mind, she screams aloud
 at times. Dragon’s luck
 my attention span’s
A hairbreadth shorter
 Than her temper.
She sleeps a stone’s throw
Away from my heart
In a rundown concrete 
house. Her eyelids are bolted
Shut. in compensate for
The broken doors, broken windows
broken life.
She draws doodles
On the layers of dust
On the scarred surface
Of my heart
I bare my chest 
in consternation
Where goes that beautiful
Broken state of mind



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