Fragile Cloth

One last post on this Thursday night. This one is a bit on the dark side, but one each of has dealt with I’m afraid, as we traverse the landscape of our existance upon this sometimes confusing planet. I bid you goodnight, dear travelers….

Fragile Cloth

 —

Between my mind and depression

A fragile cloth worn thin

Too many days of wear and tear

Hurts and pains are sifting in

 —

Turn now, go another way

Refuse to see or listen

Failure calls out, come to me

Nails grip the will to win

 —

Slipping, I cry out, cloth tears

Deep depression coddles me close

I linger, allow it to hold me

All while hating the evil host

 —

In its arms pain overwhelms me

I struggle and try to pull free

Holds me tight, whispers, give in

Says there is nothing out there for me

— 

Cries of anguish seem not mine

Yet my eyes the one that rain

Tearing loose I run to light

Knowing here I cannot remain

 —

Cloth, behind me, thinner still

Gaping hole with edges tattered

From the chasm, booming laughter

My dreams around me, shattered

 —

On and on the battle rages

I never lose…. Yet never win

The cloth that keeps me sane

Torn too often…. Worn too thin

 —

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

1 Comment »

  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    Some fabric can resist the wear and tear better than others, but all fabric must be cared for and treatd well. When I read this poem I think of shattered silk, and how sometimes, even in its tattered state, it retains some of its originl beauty.

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