Cut the Vines

When is it time to cut the Vines

When there is no rhyme?  No reason?

Or, even a season?

I was a mere distraction from all your infractions

You were sick, not healed

You pealed away at my sanity

Layer by layer

Using me to help you, do that which you could not do on your own

You were not grown, you were not right

It was not up to I to set you upright

Damn you.  Damn me.

Cut the vines….cut the vines

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