On The Discord Of Tragedy


If you know but one tiny thing, then know that trauma fractures memory,
Casts it all into the fray, deranges time, rips up the diary,
The glass will break, the shards come down, disordered, damaged and so dangerous,
Awaking that terror that lies dormant, deep inside and blackly slumberous.

And lo! The pieces are all jumbled up, are in all the wrong places,
Words a muddled stream of nonsense and of letters and typefaces,
Broken pieces make no sense, these screaming fragments evermore
Proclaiming madness as their mother, unyielding as a bonesaw…

© MB 2014

~ by benjaminlouche on August 6, 2014.

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