Fabrication
Fabrication by Nick Fellner
Zebras don’t change their stripes for a reason
Year by year it is only the tiger,
Xenia exhibited only to succumb to
Worry and defeat.
Violet petals dance in their wake
Unsure yet excited feeling
Tied down to an idea but there’s no
Substance to a candle wick
Running out of time the
Quilt remains unfinished stitched in
Past days without any threads
Over and under it is woven again.
Nervous yet full of pride the candle is still,
Mourning the wick that has dripped down never to
Love again and almost being lackluster.
Kicked down in the dirt the flame is
Jailed in a prison of its own mind,
Illusions of grandeur lead purely into delusions.
Hanging on by a thread is this the end?
Gravestones marked with an x it’s all a
Fabricated bedtime story.
Eagle eyed and eager yet unwilling to
Decide upon the line being traced
Catch the thread it slips away to
Be buried for just another day
Abandoned without a second thought because I can’t trace the line between me and you.