When the Stitches of Life Come Unglued

Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.  
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds  
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of  their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.  
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of  my life
come unglued.

Reviews

[Mark]

"I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds
that given precious time
could tear me apart."

Sometimes I have a chaos inside me, overwhelmed, emotions screaming for some release or purpose... a fascination with the darkness and wild entropy

This poem speaks to me of those times.

[Deandra Dawn]

Beautifully written and expressed as usual....

[Muse]

I feel special...being the first one here...to adore you and read you. Our feet carry us like the wind...taking us to and fro. We walk so far...for so long...and yet the path is often without purpose...invisible...the only proof of even being there is what rests in our minds. It's funny how we forget the positives..and linger on regrets. Time always stands still when we least want it too...other times...it's always running away from us...our mistakes sweeping us off our feet. x