Hoding it together

 

Sticking plasters and blu tack,

holding me together.

Hiding the bits

that are starting to crack.

I'd lose my head from this pain

but it's tied in knots again.

I feel my senses

are making no sense,

my stare into the distance

Is becoming too intense.

I followed for too long,

now I'm just following

empty space.

Shadows, ghosts

and old tunes,

and that old grinding machine

is keeping pace.

 

Sticky tape and

old chewing gum

barely keeping me whole.

Bits keep dropping away

like stray crumbs,

left to help me find my way home.

My memories flit between vivid imagery

and wispy faded translucent dreams.

My heart is burnt and crisp,

cremated, blistered charcoal bits.

My love is buried in a shallow grave,

a headstone with no name,

not to be dug up again 

Super glue and post it notes,

layered paint in flaky coats,

all that is holding me together.

Could so easily crumble

all it takes is some bad weather.

A dash of rain and a stiff breeze,

will leave me on the floor

with disjointed limbs and shattered knees.

My mind is sifting through the pieces,

searching for a way to keep me complete.

So, if you could please

hold me tight like glue.

I'd be forever stuck on you.

 

 

 

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