Broken (Poetry)

Not all broken
things can be fixed —
they stay resolutely broken
despite all
our attempts
to patch and mend.

But we keep them still —
the clock that stopped
for no reason
the wind up
music box
that will not play

its tune
but stutters
to a grinding halt
pens that refuse
to use their ink
and write invisibly.

And friendship
for the sake
of senseless argument
lies irreparable —
all understanding
lost.