This threadbare heart
Jumped to a start when you called me.
The worn out threads
The remaining shreds
Locked back into place.
It only takes a blink
And its fabric is renewed.
But it It only takes a wink
Hold those needles carefully
They are attached to the root of me.
I’m counting down to the next black day
To the next time I can’t cope
When functioning normally
Is a distant hope.
My outline is always framed in fear
Bleeding slowly inwards
Swallowing my colour up.
It is hard to live in the now
When there is always darkness on the horizon.
Does it get better ?
It was your limp that caught me
Pinned my heart and stopped it beating.
Your over sized bag probably full of leaflets.
Full of hope.
Your limp and your wrinkled suit.
Your over shiny shoes, worn at the heels.
Who am I to pity you ?
At least you have a job.
But my aching heart wouldn’t stop and as I strode by
I was afraid you would feel it.
The rain fell heavier on you and even though I was soaked to the skin
I sensed you were soaked to the soul
Drenched in water and pity.
Slices of me are scattered about Ready for chewing I've given them all away. I'm sliced to the bone. But there's always tomorrow. And the marrow Don't forget the marrow. (c)Slumpless