Broken Circuit
They say there's always a silver lining.
Always a new day,
That there's always a light waiting at the end of the tunnel.
Well my light
Has burnt out.
Sizzled
Crackled
And flickered out.
Like those sad faulty Christmas lights dangling off the tree.
But there's no use trying to repair my light.
I would continue to stumble around numbly in the pitch black
Rather than get electrocuted trying to fix that damn light.
And even if I felt that surge of electricity
That jolt of adrenaline
That spark of light
I wouldn't be able to fix that light.
I am a broken circuit.
And even the most talented electrician
Couldn't rewire my brain correctly
Because I have cut all the cords
With blades of pure terror
And shards of broken trust
That have scattered their way along
This hellish path called life
I, am a broken circuit.
My perception filter
Has been compromised.
Everything I see
Has turned to one color
Everything I hear
Has become the same white noise
Everything I touch
Has become dull, and untextured, and flat
And I have tried
To white balance this vision
sound check my ears
And recalibrate my fingertips
But the wires in my brain are too out if place
Too fried and too twisted
By anxiety and depression
To be bent back into shape
To the way they're supposed to be.
I am nothing
But a broken circuit.
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