Tapestry Replenished
Sure enough
they'll be leaving
one by one-by-one by one
leaving a steady stream of grief
leaving pin prick holes
in the foundation of the heart
the tapestry of the soul.
Like termites taking down
a mountain of Mahagony
one clacking mandible at a
time
time is the ravenous masterpiece
these infinite waves of grief
have no mercy
for a thinning beach.
One day soon enough it'll be my turn
to leave behind this timeless stream...
I pray the foundation is restored
the tapestry replenished.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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