Deep down inside

Deep down inside

At the heart of broken things

Is a sticking plaster

Pulling the edges together

A single silken strand

A spider web

As a suture

Taking the weight

Brushwood and slurry

Holding back the tide

Bait your breath

Wait a little longer

Embrace delay

With gratification

A slight dizziness

A modicum of

Light headed euphoria

Can set the scales

Teetering

A fine balance

To strike

Between a clear head

And a dense fog

Another day

At the coal face

Brush the monkey

From your back

Set the rabid dog free

Paint it black

Before it sinks its teeth

Into your soul

If you wait it will

Gnaw through

The elastic band

Holding the two

Halves together

Tip the sand

From out of the timer

Gauge the moment

For yourself and reset

Once repairs

Are properly made

Deep in the heart

Of broken things

Even the highest tide

Will be turned

Maybe all will subside

Before the last

Remaining bridge

Is burned.