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?