Tattered Dreams

Waking every day

finding part of me behind

The loom threadbare and empty

no yarn there left to find

Coming apart in pieces

stitches lose their hem

Expectations falling fast

inching toward the end

Daylight into darkness

bespoken twill in threads

Voices used to mend and fit

silenced, like the dead

Sleeping with the remnants

dreams of memories lost

Desperations patchwork quilt

—blanketing the cost

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)