The fabric of discontent
has faded
down to
its
last
thread
Woven now
is the hunger..
the spools that were once
cravings
has grown
insatiable
Tracing back
what you
once
ignored...
they are now
our blistered thoughts
And in the depths
of our slumber
you speak...
Yet I could not speak back
The flooor
remains open...
Jay Protacio Mendoza
(1978 - )
i think the author needs to update this poem. i am excited to read more about the unraveling of things... - f
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