1/16/2019
How do you mend a broken mind
without the pieces/tools to fill and bind
somewhere my sanity has resigned
somewhere I cannot find
Watch as I frantically stitch and sew
to create a picture I do not know
the pieces don't fit—where do they go?
my brokenness starts to show
Left with a mind stitched in haste
rambled, scrambled, what a waste
all—once ordered—now out of place
my mind: a terrible waste of space