A Lost Spool
by Annali m Allen
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
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Your world comes apart thread by thread, with no reason or rhyme.
The every day events unravel the coat you wear,
That protects you from the harshness that
Your world is apart of.
And when the seams of this coat stretch apart
You stitch them up.
But the only problem is,
The spool of thread is running short.
And the day will come when it is gone and your world may fall completely apart.
You may become unsheltered to the surrounding space.
And you will be unable to fix your self.
This will be an experience to frame
And put up on the wall,
Because it is new and never before contemplated
by your mind.
What will you do?
How will you stitch your world once more?
The more time that goes by the wider the void between the pieces of your world.
And the more tries that you proceed with,
The farther the answer is.
(And all I know is that I canít stitch myself)