I try to untangle the tangles
That have been so tightly knotted
For so long
Trying to get the electricity flowing
But the vessels let only a single spark through
After all
This twisting and untwisting of coils
Here I sit
In a cluster
A storm I can’t seem to undo.
The coils have a strong grip.
Black scribbles
Droop
In hopeless hands.
Every time
I think I’ve unwound the knots
They return
To strangle hopes
And leave behind bruises.
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