Sticks and Stones
I’m like a broken bone and for reasons I cannot condone I’ve been sprained.
I’ve been cracked, and now I have finally snapped.
My marrow’s uncontrollably leaking and there’s no help that is worth seeking.
Where’s my cast, where’s my sleeve?
Where’s my home, my relief?
When will I finally be able to sleep ?
Or have these wounds just sunk too deep?