A string entwined, in the mind
Wrapped in memories and dreams.
The feeling, never leaving, of bites and silent stings.
Through smiles and laughter, maybe even playful banter,
The string seems to dig in even tighter.
Cut the string! The mind begs.
The past is littered with bits of string cut before,
And the future will bring plenty more.
But this string is strong. Embedded, rooted in the core.
And sometimes I feel a slight comfort in its stings and blistering,
Knowing it's still there.
Agony, it only brings, when the moonlight stares,
But numb the pain? Ha! I do not dare.