Broken Down

“Broken down”

Black moths swirling round her stomach,
carrying anguish soaring up her body,
escaping through her eyes,
in a river like dance.

They fall as her dignity flushes,
breaking into billions
of microscopic pieces of misery.
She’s broken down.

Under the darkness of the new moon ...
stunned, ashamed...
Silent voices inside her brain
yelling “I told you”.

She’s broken down (X5)

She lent her pity to the claws of entertainment.
And know she’s the producer of a winning exhibition,
filled with smiles and laughs
and interchanging words.

All grateful with the pleasure of gossip.
They all act as pungent knives flying directly
to her devastated heart.
She’s broken down.

Under the solitude of stubbornness ...
beaten, wretched...
Silent voices inside her brain yelling
“you can’t run”.

She’s broken down (X5)

Life’s about decisions,
and even though she heard...
even though she knew...
She denied and she decided...
She trapped herself for life,
and now she’s broken down.

She’s broken down (X6)