They made me feel like I’m broken
A silent old clock
Best left to the dust of stagnation
In some attic somewhere
With a razor thin glimmer of light
Just falling short

A crack in the roof
Boundless sunlight on my back
Yet from my mouth
Only brief glimmers come forth
Weeping of weather
Gusting with sorrow

Maybe I am broken
Meant to wait for repairs
Though perhaps
I’d be lazily patched
Gutted for parts
Or disposed of altogether

-Galwyn

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