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Entangled

Entangled in a web of my own making, Wrapped in arteries and veins forsaking Their true purpose to enrich my heart, These like pulsing vines tearing me apart I cry out in bitterest anguish for my life, Possessed in these last moments of strife Free me from these strangling, barred jails, And let me embark anew in billowing sails. written December 9, 2021 for prompt in All-Poetry contest

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Shirley Hawkins

Date: 12/10/2021 9:30:00 PM

Very poetic. I liked it all especially the last line, It sounded triumphant and free...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/10/2021 9:45:00 PM

Thank you so very much, Shirley, for your thoughtful comment on my poem.

Bill Baker

Date: 12/10/2021 4:13:00 PM

Very intriging web you spin, Milt. You've got mail! :-) Bill

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/10/2021 7:23:00 PM

There's not much of me, actually, in this verse, Bill. I was responding to a prompt for a contest in All Poetry. You'd have to see the pic to get an idea why I wrote these lines. Oh, well...probably a loser!!! lol

Mike Gentile

Date: 12/10/2021 11:26:00 AM

What a poetic portrait of one of life's difficult situation! We get in and we somehow must find a way out! Very well written Milton! Happy Friday!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/10/2021 2:18:00 PM

That is so true, Mike. We often entangle ourselves and then cry that we cannot seem to break out. Happy Friday to you!

Rico Leffanta

Date: 12/10/2021 10:21:00 AM

It appears one must be an angel to learn from one's mistakes without suffering . . . .

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/10/2021 2:18:00 PM

Hmmm...I'm not sure, Rico. It is certainly true that anyone can learn from their mistakes, or at least I think so, but it seems to me there are few angels about.