Plagued by the internal argument;
Where does it stop?
When will it all become clear?
I try, I fight, I do all I can,
Yet here I lay; immobilised,
Pain pulsating, crippling.
The ribbons that are my life;
tangle tighter within the knot,
the loose strands become lost,
re-tangled; hiding the ends.
More ribbons added,
the complexity of the knot deepens,
Where does it stop?
When will it all become clear?
I try, I fight, I do all I can,
Yet here I lay; immobilised,
Pain pulsating, crippling.
The ribbons that are my life;
tangle tighter within the knot,
the loose strands become lost,
re-tangled; hiding the ends.
More ribbons added,
the complexity of the knot deepens,
once again closing around the ghost,
of a whispered memory,
where once more I shall hide;
within the twisted tangles of my life.
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