Freewheeling

One
by One
The Strings doth fray
Only to
Break

And fall away...

Frizzled ends, they howled for help,
'Oh begone, you ungrateful whelp!'
Through the rigid air it spins,
Freewheeling agenda to seize.
Getting used to intolerable
Anguish...
Despair, broken spirit and grief

Dreads the end of its wayward flight,
The ground below dull in the light.
Touches down where few dare venture,
The beginning of a new adventure.
Never to experience order again,
Only to let Anarchy reign.
And through its life and fickle flame,
Contend with endless, hopeless pain.