Tangles

The chains that bound me.
These eyes that force my face up
A heart full of wonder, but a tangles mess
With vines caressing my heart, wanting to be so eager and full.

My eyes look, scowled but not broken.
The chain digs deeper into my flesh
I see this bleak and barron land, not a token.
These skies, gray and mesh.
I see no one. These chains make me bleed
Arms soaken with sweat.

I turn and see you.
I know you abase me, so do not help abate.
The tangles grow thicker, stronger, faster too.
A sensation of bitterness and black sedate my vision

These tangles tighten more
As you walk away further and further more.