and cannot be made whole again.

Something deep inside doesn't

quite work the way it used to,

ought to.

 

Like an egg juggled and dropped

is only good for beating

or scrambling,

but it will never be a bird

that can fly or sing.

 

A little boy,

fucked up the ass

till he bled

does not remember that dark night

in that  bathroom,

alone and afraid,

 

but, something is wrong inside,

and toothpaste

still smells offensive.

Something is simply broken inside

and cannot be made whole again.

 

Like a gypsy,

freed from the camps,

limp, lifeless and alone

Surviving only to die

licking bleeding wounds.

 

Others roam this earth,

hollow shells of what once was,

no ammount of life,

or love, or hope

can ever defer the pain.

 

Something inside is broken

and cannot be made whole again,

something deep inside,

is broken, and can never

be made whole again.