Sorry, I’m Wired This Way

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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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