Does size matter?
I didn’t appreciate the little things before;
Days that weren’t wetted with despair, where
I dared to believe we would all live forever.
Pushed screaming through the door of no return
I learned that circumstances burn flesh
and bone. The worst times I’ve ever known.
Caught in a loop, it replays second by second,
Day by day, wound by wound. Favoured singers
crooned in the background. It was a comforting sound.
Mental time travel transports. Caught between
the edges of life and death, each breath
etched along the tracks of my tears.
One blistering moment. Don’t scratch it.
Can’t help it. Won’t fix it.
Broken is a short poem by Ms Moem.