It begins with just a tiny strand, <br />Spun from words; quite untrue, <br />Layer by layer woven together, <br />Deception; the gathering glue. <br /> <br />Another lie caught in the web, <br />Wrapped within its wicked game, <br />Bringing in the venomous bite, <br />Spreading on its hideous shame. <br /> <br />Growing well that tiny strand, <br />False words from once we spoke, <br />Clinging from a twisted notion, <br />Passing time will ne'er revoke. <br /> <br />Loosely do we choose our words, <br />With whom we wish to impress, <br />Building on our grandeur's dream, <br />All the while, continuing to regress. <br /> <br />It began with just a tiny strand, <br />Now convoluted within deceit, <br />Cycles of misrepresentation, <br />Tangled deep, awaiting repeat.<br /><br />G.R. Gaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tangled-web/
