B rok e n Ma son r y

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B rok e n  Ma son r y


Not for me another love

like choking fear

It will not budge

I dare not blink

for it now seems

by choosing drink

I dwell in dreams

I grind to bits

my words and teeth

when searching through

my history:

to lift above

what lay beneath

all that broken masonry.


wO rd s and fo to  T o mm y Ca rrol l

◄ Wittgenstein says he:

Conflation ►


Devon Brock

Sun 30th Jun 2019 22:30

Tommy, the interplay of broken homes (relationships) and broken spirit in this works to great effect. Using drink to prop up hopefulness and finding your own "broken bones" is a solid self-reflective trope. Also, the lack of bitterness toward the other(s) in this poem is refreshing.


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