Stitch

This is a flow of (hopefully poetic) thoughts about the betrayal of a loved one. Upon a friends editing, there was found a lot of religious overtones that came out but were not intended. I was not trying to send the message to go to church, merely trying to express my feelings of loss and betrayal. The point of the poem was to try and put to words the feelings of guilt that somehow accompany someone else’s betrayal. The feeling that, somehow, that particular someone could’ve changed something. A rather horrible feeling that regrettably too many people share.

“Stitch”

Left torn up inside
Right sown right back,
Crawl on out, don’t be shy
I feel my wits upon attack.
Hide again within
Undone unfolded unsown,
I should’ve known ,
then could’ve flown,
Far away instead I stay to feel the pain deep inside my skin.

Deep inside my heart my soul
Now made empty and black
A hole in which the dead are thrown

The left is torn and the right is sown right back
The stitch won’t tear,
my soul won’t bare,
mysteries too dark
life too stark, and empty as before creation.

And you in the middle.

Judge me for a fools pyrite soul
It shines for yours not mine
Its all pretend
I sell my soul to pay your fine
The price was right,
my heart is tight,
I suffer long
did no wrong to feel this needle stitch me up.

Call me, I miss you, there’s more for us than loss
Fortune cares not for the demons desires that tear me apart.
I have become the absinth of rage, the opium of the addicts lust.

Torn I am and will remain
Your life inside will remain
The needle pricks me just the same
The thread so slow I feel its path
Through my flesh
Through the fibers to the bone that chips
Through the ribs of,
a fools love,
burned with hate
tempered by fate and longing for the demons touch.

The fool remains
Of you I dream
My heart is numb
my brain is dumb
my soul has cracked in two.
Not too soon
Too slow

The tear won’t bother
The stitch will hold
since I’ve sold
my soul for yours,
the demons whores
take me at last to the never ending sleep of the wrongly crucified sinners.

Call me I miss you
I hate you
I love you