Waking wreckage


 

The fragile mind
a fractal lined with broken glass
where broken people pass in broken lines.
I tread warily where acid in the eyesight bothers me,where
washed up words are the emergency and 999 is something
that you see while watching your TV.
I move carefully
disturbing nothing,this community does not welcome me or anyone,
blink your eyes and they are gone but linger on the late night breeze
and in your memories,
the fragile mind at ease
the sleeping giant.

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