No More Thread, Please

I can feel the cracks widening and drifting,

The stitches have come undone on this day,

Ripping more as the pieces kept separating,

It clearly was hopeless to hope they’d stay.

All the strings have now released the meat,

The old wounds of this heart lay bare again,

With the blood and the pain rushing to greet,

With more bleeding on today’s freshest pain.

How many more times can it be destroyed?

Till the pieces break too small for the string,

On what unseen day would I be carrying a void?

That doesn’t want to beat and can no more sing.

I shall never know if it’s a curse or a divine blessing,

That within each shattered fragment of meat I feel,

A surge and desire that never seems to stop living,

That triggers insanity to make me stitch and heal.

If there truly is mercy on this planet I hope to find it,

The mercy that silences this heart so it sings no more,

I don’t care if it can, I don't want to make another knit,
For the pain and bleeding's doubled as each stitch tore.