Tangled
It’s more tangled then I thought, more torn and frayed,
more tattered and worn, more broken I’m afraid.
It twists and turns and ties and tugs
Yanking and pulling the whole knot snug
Raw fingers are sliced, caught in the mess
Blood drips down, drizzling the edge
Of my rolled up sleeves, stained with sweat
Leaking from my brow, my body is wet
Not from running or spinning around and around
But from weeping and pouring from my eyes on down
I lick my lips and taste the tears
Like a mixed cocktail, a concoction of years
Slipping with salt and blood on the rope
My hands try untangling, they rip and they grope
With all that I have I yank on the nest
Woven with flesh and memories now shreds
Of me of him of them of us
Of worry of passion of stress and I must
Let go before I wrap myself in these vines
Strangling my soul with no escape to find
I suck on the air like a lollipop
Gasping, screaming, wishing it would stop
stinging my chest, my lungs, my palms,
my head is on fire, now not even a song
can save me now in the midst of long
shadows of darkness, my heart is a gong
that pounds and booms with foreshadowing eyes
my hands are caught, in these chains they are tied.
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