Twin Bruises
And as he sat there sitting on the steps
With the sun blazing
Only a couple seconds till it goes down
Burning at the center of everything
Heating the concrete he rests on
His brain felt the same way
The same way as the ball of fire at our center
The same way as if his brain was on fire, the center
It seems as he can no longer turn it off
Firstly his brain followed, then got closer
Organ turned human, turned machine
Controlling and demanding
None of his thoughts are his
Along with always being frantic
Managing one’s mind can be difficult
But it always takes time
Stand up from the curb
Brush off your twin bruised knees
And try again tomorrow
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