Something is broken

Something is broken.
Something is torn,
twisted or scarred,
wounded, not working right.
It cuts like a knife
and all of my energy
is going to that place,
leaving the rest
unfocused and edgy,
disoriented,
confused;
my attention keeps drifting
back to the problem,
worrying and wondering
when
-- and if --
the discomfort will end.
And part of me wonders:
does this explain everything?
doesn't the whole world
work the same way?



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