Unspun Wires

Unspun wires seem a window to the wise,
released in pieces making a dreamer contrive,
Empty edges full of spiteful resent,
Lining the broken, confused and bent,

As for a look to the skies, armies may fall,
Quick to forget forever never caring at all,
Glancing at gifts a glimpse of the unhad,
Making my spirit quiver raging and mad,

I started this trip hoping to please,
Hopes replaced, then chased by a stupid disease,
Forever tangled the web is a wicked woe,
I see the start from the end of a lonely rope.

We either make ends meet or we do not,
Stay and Play with stinch, watching self rot,
Or to move away from these crossed paths,
And make a frown invert always elluding wrath,

Catch a catcher by acting as prey,
Reverse the roles trading night for day,
Winding and looping treads seem askance,
Given bits of hope even I have a chance.