"Broken"
splintered excerpts of life
lay scattered about the floor
they sting
they are shards of me
bloodied by my bare feet
i couldn’t tolerate the reminder
of my faults
so with my fists i struck hard
hurting myself
resolving nothing
multiplying my paranoia
seven is such a big number
now my pains and mistakes
haunt me a thousand more
ways than just the one
i could have easily turned away from
robert lloyd