An isolated case of frayed edges...
A braid of smaller ropes,
Almost identical to the Others
A singed carbon resolution
To stand its test and bind
A lonely, archaic bid
To stay strong, to not come free
To hide the strong, to hang the weak
Spineless when undone;
Not entirely a hopeless thing,but
And I have been, as I have been
Coiled in on itself
Hanging from the ground
Into a stranger's tug-of-war...
His world,His Life.