A needle and thread will always mend
But does it fix the broken, my friend?
Tiny pricks into flesh will bleed
Yet, the string yanks to concede
Sowing into tainted muscle
Sings a song of lasts night tussle
Pick, poke, prod
Is this the day I depart, God?
Admire the stitches etched into skin
Brings back the cycle to begin
Eyes so tired of this life
Hopeless slices with a knife
Deja vu, is a clever thing
It lets words of the past to sing
Again, again, again
Fearing the now and not the when
About the Creator
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