Trapped

Written June 2rd, 1998

Trapped
In a snare I have built myself
Entangled in a mesh of ropes
Bound ‘round and ‘round me
Strangling me, cutting off my air
What can I do to escape
This creation of mine?
If I cut it I can never remake it
If I don't I shall be cut off forever
From the future I have dreamed of
Not wishing to choke the life from it
Or from myself
I find myself at a mental impasse
Crying out for an encouraging word
From the innocent onlookers
Who stand by the wayside
Gazing with puzzled expressions
At the mess I've made of
Me

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