Web

Tangled deep in a web of hurt,
Always ready to bolt, revert,
Back inside this cocoon of mine,
Hiding from my own malign.

Twisted thoughts pull me down,
Cannot escape from this frown,
Hidden misery from deep within,
Welling up to my own chagrin.

Trust in others has cost me much,
Their cruelty cannot become my crutch,
Pain and bitter finds its way,
Gnawing at my spirit everyday.

Love has cost me even more,
Pierced this heart with golden core,
It has grown dimmer with mistrust,
A knife blade twisted is truly unjust.

A friend that understands it all,
Willing to keep me from a fall,
Have I found this friend in you?
Or will you treat me as taboo?

March, 2003