NPMC Poems 15 &16: The World is Torn to Tatters

Had some lines bouncing about in my head. Though I had one poem, discovered it was really two. So here we go. Trying to keep up for National Poetry Month Challenge. Not sure where these came from, though I have a few guesses. You'll see they're related but do belong separately. The last stanza's were the hardest. There's a bit of a rhythm or rhyme though it isn't wholly intentional.  I enjoyed poem 14, and want to write more people poems next.

NPMC Poem 15
"Neighbors in the Shadows"

We sell each other monsters
and always wear our masks
while we whisper in shadows
about forgotten pasts

the sensational stays with us
clings to our frightened id
until we distrust our neighbors
and second guess everything they did

But if we step into the light
remove our high price masks
we'd see we're all potential monsters
and there's more to us than past

NPMC Poem 16:

"Our Heirloom"

the world is torn to tatters
a forgotten moth eaten quilt
but if it were only holes
there'd be no world at all

a tattered quilt is still a quilt
made with much time and dedication
fancy patterns sewn with love
that comfort and delight

a family heirloom, a significant gift
with mend-worthy damage
and a value that matures with age
how could we throw it away?

The tears are monumental
the mold and dank disgust
but one patch over we find silk
color, love, and lust

We can't ignore the rot
nor lose hope in the decay
but must instead remember
how our ancestors' patterns
can teach us how to sew