Seams

Fraying round the edges,

stitches in tatters,

loosing all stuffing

not that it matters.

It’s broken now,

truly unstitched.

I’m falling apart

at the seams.

Gather a needle,

some twine,

blackened string,

and stitch,

sew,

stitch,

sew.

That needle is moving

just too slow!

The fabric rips

and tears,

rag doll,

sad doll,

blackened tears

from a mad doll.

Save your tears,

don’t cry for me,

I’ll drown in pointless

sympathy.

Hold me together

just for a while,

I’ll reward you with

a troubled smile

but it’s all gone,

it’s all lost,

does not matter

what the cost.

The fabric’s weak,

stitches can’t hold --

I’m falling apart

at the seams.

 


Submitted: December 13, 2018

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Mike S.

I'm trying, Hull!

Thu, December 13th, 2018 8:01pm

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I know, Mike. This wasn't aimed at you, but at everything else that seems to be ripping at me. A very difficult couple of days, I guess. Thanks for giving this a read.

Thu, December 13th, 2018 12:24pm

Jeff Bezaire

A hug can hold a person together better than stitches can. If only you could get a box of hugs for Christmas.
A wonderful free verse, but a hard read.

Thu, December 13th, 2018 8:07pm

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True for now.
Thanks so much for reading, Jeff.

Thu, December 13th, 2018 12:30pm

Sue Harris

A brilliant poem but hard to read. So sorry you feel like this, Hully! Sending a heartfelt virtual hug!

Thu, December 13th, 2018 9:15pm

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Thank you, Sue. Much appreciated.

Thu, December 13th, 2018 2:01pm

jmm424

Excellent but sad. Sorry you're feeling this way, Hull

Thu, December 13th, 2018 9:18pm

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Thank you, jmm.

Thu, December 13th, 2018 2:01pm

Tom Allen714

I thought the poem really held together Hull...Tom...

Fri, December 14th, 2018 4:48am

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Haha! Thanks, Tom!

Fri, December 14th, 2018 8:14am

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