Wednesday, August 12, 2009

POEM: the tie that binds

Slipping away
like silken strands
too smooth to catch firmly
clutching frantically
my grasp is weak
memories run through my grip
faster than I can hold them
the recollection of what it was like
of what my life used to be
when I was whole
that precious, simple existence
as the tether that binds it to me
is yanked away too quickly
the tie severed, cut
and any knot retied
will be a constant reminder
even if I close my eyes
I’ll still feel it