The Frayed Carpet Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

The past stood between them like some boiling pit of pain
as he begged her to bathe in the harsh scouring waters
that refused to recede.

Her tears fell down onto the
dry dust of the Present, where he scuffed at the marks that her
sadness had left.

He carried their pain within his soul as if it were some
exquisite precious jewel, but she has refused all his other gifts
and now, as always, she refused the final one he offered.

The Past lay between them like a magnificent serpent coiled
upon a frayed carpet, rich with the patterns of their shattered Love
Was it not the true nature to strike, was there not logic in the
deposit of that rich vein of venom?

His sadness draped over her,
a heavy jacket, soft and clinging, ripe with the dust and wear
of past, sad events.

He departed to meet the future, not feeling the parts of her heart
that he had forgotten to release, while she cried with the pain
that slipped into the dark void of her breast.

Her cries ripped back the curtains
of the night, but was there one there to help her shed
the burden and pain?

Their Love lay abandoned, would anyone ever come to fit the pieces
back into some mysterious puzzle in time?