How I Died [Selected Poem]

STITCHES

I used to believed that ages can fix anything.

Smiles and laughers can do.

But the holes starting to spread out and the gap are winding open

Every words wounded my soul.

Wreaking them apart into pieces,

But I tried to stitch it back

Threading the needle and stitches the scars‚

Weave them into a blissful fantasies.

Most don't know the stitches in my soul.

But until I can, It will remain keep beneath my shadow.