Tangled vines that intertwine,
climb and strangle as they grow.
They cannot thrive without their host,
yet smother what provides them life
until they both collapse and die
and rot there on the forest floor.
There before His grace go I,
one tangled in broken promises;
one with lies allowed to grow
and wrap around the willing host
until too late - no breath to cry
for help to those who are not there...
Written June 28, 2013