I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Have they coalesced yet?
Broken twigs, broken words,
trusting soul caught in the net.
Time reveals all best left unsaid.

Can you see the end you’ve created?
Plans in motion, escape beginning,
dreams gone and dissipated.
Give it time, simplicity itself.

Will you shift away, as you would anyway?
Wearisome hope, churning doubt,
and I’ve nothing left to say.
Time is up as the game grows old.

Of course, for demons manifest uniquely.
Not physically, not consciously,
Best to pierce trust succinctly.
Gone without a word.

Is it over?
The best I can give being never enough.
Of course it is, shattering all misnomers.
But time can be a curse, and dear, I hope it burns like hell.