Tangled

Sometimes,

we get lost

trapped within ourselves

not in everything we are

but, just a single open mouth

a tangled, mired piece of us

that's always hungry for more

and, no matter what we feed it

it's never enough

so, it's hard to admit

or even fathom

that the tangled web of thought

is part of us too

and that we are only held in place

because we won't let go