Sewn together
This fabric of mine
Like a quilt on a bed
My loneliness lies
Needle and thread
Cartilage and bone
I’d be better off dead
Than sleep here alone
The minutes tick away
And days pass by
My mind decays
God, give me a sign
My memories
Are but patchwork
Of a simpler life
A recollection
Of framework
Constructs of time
My memories
Are but patchwork
On this fabric of mine