If there was a past life
We
Where together then
If there is a life after death
We
Will be together again
But for now
We
Only have the present
And every second that
We
Are apart
A million stars
Die
And chaos rules
supreme
the delicate fabric rends
once intricately meshed
carefully woven together by loving hands
beautifully it hangs
the cloth, pleasing to the eye
colorful hues in a fashionable design
underneath--tattered and shredding
worn from friction and resistance
strings now falling on the ground
the delicate fabric rends
once intricately woven
carefully meshed together by loving hands
now frayed and flawed....threadbare
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.