A frayed knot <br />A worker put to waste, pushed from the barracks <br />To the barrens of wherever <br />They were everywhere, wishing it were never <br />Again <br /> <br />The dogs fill spots between the silences <br />And everyone waits for silence <br />Saying, <br />“Just once, mutts” <br />Unsettling the dust in the barrens, with dogs on the end of knots <br />Fraying, making due, wherever <br /> <br />Never again, afraid not <br />Life in wait, wasted <br />A stolen soul in a broken sole <br /> <br />The garden’s gate, the thoughts left unhinged <br />“Don’t ask questions, it’s just a phase we’re in.” <br /> <br />Through blackened matchbooks, gardenias are sent to the barrens <br />Cursing life, and the phase there in <br />Wishing (if at all) it were never again <br />They were everywhere, wishing it were never <br />Again <br /> <br />Afraid not <br />A frayed knot <br />Again<br /><br />Ben Wannamaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-unhinged/
