Day 10: “Mind Breach”

Poetry

there are cracks in my existence —

chips and tears in time and essence,

these rigid bones too sparse to hold

all my eyes have witnessed.

the moments strung in sense and sorrow —

fraying at the ends,

and soon the thread will slip right through

the seams I strained to mend.

like fractures in the concrete,

the ground my feet rely,

bent and broken once too many

times will warp my mind.

what dust that may remain

by my second ruptured day

will fill the earth and teach the world

how not to treat a life.

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