My life has been like a reel unraveling
Knots inside of loops inside of chaos unimaginably baffling
An entire spool of thoughts and decisions from the past year mangled
I'm that old fishing pole discarded in the garage left to lie in my tangles
Only to be stopped by this tiny knot holding on to what I once was by a thread
Her name is Patricia holding on to my soul knuckles turning blood red
Its unfair to her that she carry this burden of misfortune
I want her to let go and burry this slanted contortion
She welcomes my misery only because it’s shrouded in passion and intensity
That charade of ideology is bound to unravel like the reel being dragged down by gravity
To my own personal hell right here on earth
Going back from today all the way to my birth
I hope she isn't scared by the downside of my recklessness
I hope she Reels me in and out of my emotional darkness
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