Weaver’s tale


Time like a weaver,
Weaves the veil,
With the yarn of failure and disappointment;
Encapsulates you like a shroud.

Feeling restricted and limited,
Silent tears burn track on your cheek;
In the hopelessness of your helplessness,
Inertia reminds you of your being alive;

you sprout nails of hope,
And shreds filaments into pieces;
Escapes from this woven prison,
Till time captures you again.


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