Broken And Damned Poem by Morgan Copeland

She finds that we shatter into pieces
large enough to break one more time
So there is no reason, no rhyme, to the way
That we decay, at least twice a day
And glue the pieces back together with tears
Extracted from the fabric of a pillowcase

She imagines she might be insane, maybe manic,
Distilled panic imbued in her skin, her brain
Endless, massive pain plays games with her nerve
Endings until they're frayed, and she knows that
It's uselessly expended energy to be afraid,
but she can't hide the way her body wants to shake

So she trembles, she shivers, she falls all the way apart
Until all that she was splits ways and departs, and that's
How the end of it starts, with a kiss, death comes close and
meets her lips, and she's never quite loved anything like this
The way she falls for the cold, that rich shade of blue
And her eyes fall subdued with fading dreams of you.


MBC 03.19.2020