Patchwork

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