Broken brain


Broken brain
That I carry around with me
Was meant to be in charge
But it tortured me
Until I stopped moving
In despondency.
Now I wait
For supplies 
But there's no bandage for the mind
So I sit
Holding the
Fragile pieces.



C. LJ Ireton 2019

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