In the oldest, most dilapidated castle,
that stands at the end of the ugliest swamp,
in the darkest, most unattended corner,
lies a tapestry that no one ever liked.
hundreds of years old,
has forever been unraveling,
slowly falling apart
in front of eyes that never saw.
As it becomes older,
more stained and unloved,
it loses more and more of its threads.
More and more of what made the tapestry
Now, as it trys to hold on to its identity,
only a few of its threads have stayed.
Only a little glimmer of the past,
when a tapestry hung on the wall,
and hope that it could be recognized as a tapestry
has all but fallen away.
The tapestry holds on
to what once gave it purpose,
but the unbearable pain
cause the last thread to