Frayed

The threads held strong at first,

With many tied together.

But one by one,

They were cut away;

People came with scissors,

And some fell on their own.

But they were all too torn to fix

With my expertise alone,

And now the last one has begun to fray.

It still holds on, somehow,

But it gets more threadbare by the day.

I hold on as long as I can,

But the thread's begun to fray.

And I know that someday

It will tear apart

The rest of the way

And all I can do

Is sit

And watch it

Fall

Apart

And shred

To bits

Slowly

Day

By day.