Crack

Crack.
The sound of a broken heart,
Crack.
The sound of a broken bone.
A sudden strangeness among familiar faces,
“But I was only trying to help…. ”

Nay! Nay!
Remember tis, My Darling!
Remember not to give your soul too easy,
Remember to stop over-watering your flowers,
Remember to mark your periphery,

Tis though be the city of lights and hope,
But it remains same, reeking of darkness,

Nay!Nay!
Nobody cares of their own cares,
Don’t go mending their bruises,
Nay! We don’t need help,
We run and spend, Nay! We don’t need help

Tis the city of broken brutes,
The inconsiderate unloved,

But Nay! Ah!
Crack.
We don’t need help.

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