Sewn of Contradictions

A Poem by Zach Lape

A contradictory poem of having someone when in grief.

What contradictions we bring Lauren. What wonders we weave as we spin our webs of deceit, how we sow and stitch our tales to our reality, our stitch as tale, our fabric as truth. We the tale-tellers, the spiders who craft, the ones who knit their future.

In a night of grief,
from ones blood been stricken,
seduction a thief,
feeling need not sickened,

as moonlights shattered,
the very airs been tattered,
as if bloods been spattered,
and if none of it mattered...

-yet feel the breeze,
as it puts you to ease,

puzzles of the moon put back together,
to feel not fear, your feelings never,
to fear feelings, is to fear forever
from your burdened ties it is you must sever....

As gloom spits rain, on your last endeavor,
the gray damned sky, chokes the light,
you curse the world, for this wretched weather,
see all in life but a blight...
your mind is turning,
your stomach churning,
the world burning,
the heart yearning,
your life has crumbled,
you walk you stumble,
all the living so unnerving...

But one that there is,
for to all this dismiss...

From a heart of gloom,
a mind of doom,
a life damned to misery,
changed so soon,
mind not strewn,
a life gifted with beauty...

From an eternal darkness we bring forth each other,
a storm entrenched, we find peace,
in these shredded minds we both have acquired,
we together will never cease,

We've knit a place, not another we will tell,
this place of solace, emotion, for no one else...