Broken by Nothing



The bones that held me up
Were little more than straw
Brittle shafts that snapped under
The pressure of silence
Broken by the weight of nothing

I’ll just lay here in the stubble
Waiting for some farmer
On his tractor to pick me up
And cart me off to the hospital
Where words like plaster
And cast and bones fusing
Might fill up the void
I’m in no rush to
Walk back into that
Quiet weight of nothing

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