The Sovereign spins string on its fingertips
Creating a tapestry of one’s existence
Forced and bound tightly with silk
Silk braided into barbered wires
Choking and constricting to the very core
Thread searing and branding the body
Trapped in a web of deceit
Puppeteering while I try to lead
Captivated by crystalline chains
Chains which bind me to the eternal night
I stare at the darkness
The darkness stares back
Writhing in these woven webs
Struggling and suffocating
In harmonious cacophony
Desperately clawing towards freedom
The crystalline chains crack
Braided silk unravels into strands
Woven webs wax and wane
Nature’s hold withers away
Released from the cocoon of futility
Threads of fate snapped and spindled
Forced tapestry destroyed and left undone
Replaced by a blank piece of cloth
One of the first poems I've written.