Chinese Red String – Poem J K Leahy

A knot in a soft Chinese red string

The red string of fate cries too late

Too weak and futile to unravel

A  mystery of discord heightens

As I hold on, you slowly unbind

Rapidly, becoming sand in my hand

Grains isolate and quickly fall,

allowing the world, a key to pry

An unspoken goodbye at dawn

Hugged a ghost, a pale wounded doe

Unease hung in air,

like unattached wallpaper

Muttering words “see you later’

Decapitated and torn in fray

Fog engulfed an anticipated day

The doe cuffed in disarray of sheets

Trapped in the tides of a hurt heartbeat

(This is only a part of a longer poem – but I hope you enjoyed these verses).