HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER

HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER

You see your life darkly, a cloudy, murky mess,
A jumper perched upon the ledge,
A soul that begs forgiveness.

You hold yourself together with paper clips and twine,
Your prayer of supplication hangs choking on the vine.

Lost within the desert sands, you drink the chalice dry
And murmur soft your SOS as the bitter end draws nigh.

So many moonlit kisses have faded from your lips
And mourners come with roses black to place upon your crypt.

You hold yourself together, with scotch tape and with dreams,
Your gold purse it is ripping and tearing at the seams.

The lovers they have all turned strange, the friends have turned their backs.

Your life is like a drifter, along the railroad tracks,
Mourning what you once possessed, cursing what you lack.

So many sunlit Sundays spent hanging at the park,
Are now just distant memories that taunt you in the dark.

You hold yourself together with silk threads and with yarn,
Your hope a bloody hostage beheaded in the dawn.

The sad decapitation of your cloistered, monkish plans
That died a swift and brutish death alone on foreign sands.

Some say the human spirit’s a brave, resilient sort,
I say the spirit’s fragile, life is brittle, broken, short.
You are among the lost and lonely, dejected and downcast,
Your life a sullen nightmare that was never meant to last.

You walk the last mile gladly, despair beyond belief.
A rat that’s lost within the maze, a suicide in stark relief.
You hold yourself together, a cloudy, murky mess,
A forsaken man with one last stand, a soul that begs forgiveness.

-Bruce Potts
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