The Unfamiliar Tapestry

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Time weaved a tapestry around me,
Left me for dead
In a stagnant pool.
I watched as the days became weeks,
Became years,
The pool filling up with tears,
Gathering the produce of my fears.
The adventure vanished with time,
Fled the scene like a thief
And my feet were stuck in concrete.
The tapestry grew old and ragged,
Shredded like a war torn flag,
Eaten away by the moths.
What wisdom came to the mind
That had the fool find
A useful word to bring back time?
When it is gone, it is gone.
A prayer made me claw
And drag my way
To the present
And the tapestries
Were unfamiliar and advanced.
And so, I sought to weave
One of my own.