BluebirdBlack

Threadbare

There is a secret in my heart.

It is sore and sometimes it bleeds,

I fix it up with ruby wine and cigarettes; just fine.

until it leaks again.

 

Again is today, accustomed to agony

I rally the allies.

we are one in our perpetual groove.

We snip and shape and carve our pain into little paths to nowhere.

 

Submerging each others sorrow

willingly,

blissfully falling

into the night, obliterating the hopes of tomorrow.

 

So,

I have patched and sewn my heart seams; in the only way I know.

But the secret will still stay there;

and everyday.

It grows.

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    If you sew you heart seams in invisible cotton they will heal and no longer get broken. May your life become filled with light and love.

  • little dove

    I liked this poem and the words you used to express how you feel.



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