#torn cloth

[praggya1993]

Do not stretch me

Mercilessly

To my limits

I cannot endure

Past a certain point

That i've been shoving

Further and further

On the brink of

a dark oblivion

For you

Know that

I'm only made of

A fragile fabric

That'll take just

an agonising moment

To disintegerate into

Countless shreds

And tangled wisps

But will take eons

To stitch anew

Into a similar pattern

Like before

Please be kind

And gentle

Am i asking

too much

from you

[flowingpoetry]

You’ve used all of me

My assets

My connections

My talents

My friends

My family

And when you realized

I had nothing else to offer

You threw me out the window

A torn cloth

Struggling to fly using the wind

But its holes won’t let it rise

And when i managed to stir myself

Back to the beginning

You closed the window shut

And lowered the blinds

So now I’m here

Sitting lonely outside

And you won’t open a slit for me

And you won’t even let me

Peek inside

[mleighsquickspot]

Torn Cloth

Time took it's toll on this piece of fabric

Once a favorite to be worn repeatedly

Rounds in the washer and tumbling in the dryer

Needle and thread can no longer save this garment

Color once bright now dull and faded

Layers of lent are a testiment to it's vertue

Others see your tattered appearance and frown

To me time held you together until the bitter end

Hold on for one more day and you will be worn again.

image: Royalty Free Torn Curtain iStockiStock

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[aseasickturtle-blog]

Tears on the Bus

You used to love my ripped blue jeans. We would sit on the bus, legs creeping toward each other over the hard plastic seats. I would smile as your fingers  pulled at a hanging thread, skimmed over windowed skin, traced spirals on the faded denim. You loved those jeans. More than you ever loved me.