We are connected to other people in life. Severing these bonds leaves little left in a person's life.
Colorful strings connect us.
Everyone we meet becomes a new strand.
Our life is a colorful tapestry
Made out of the interconnecting strings.
Sometimes the strings break,
Some can be repaired but others cannot.
Depression speeds up the decay.
String after string is eaten away
Until the tapestry of life falls apart.
The remaining strings fade to nothing.
They still exist but have become useless.
What is left is a gray bundle of string.
It has become unloved,
No one cares to behold the ugliness.
Alone it sits in the dark,
Cutting the dead ties away.
Once the last tie is cut,
Death is upon the body of the long dead soul.