What am I but something broken,
Some scattered pieces of a better plan
Always on the mend and limping painfully
Without a place to catch my breath
And sew together all the bleeding cuts.

Who is this but sorrow’s gentle touch,
Stroking patiently the scars of wounds
Which healed only shallowly
And always sting a little
from the freshness of the blood.

What to do but mourn in the embrace
Of shadows falling from eclipses
Of a better pain that might have
Ushered sweeter tears.

#amsterdam #netherlands #rijksmuseum

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