Xeno Hemlock

Rut from the traveled distance bars your growth from commencing.
Sturdy boulder on the stairs hinders you from ascending.
Phony woman’s tattle makes you prone to stupid sinning.
Before you know it—trapped! Caught in a nonsensical looping.

Danger! Beware the charlatan who plays as a friend.
Deception—lo! The sincerity is merely pretend.
Words of reassurance to your way she hastily sends.
Only in Freudian mishaps you learn this charade must end.

Do not ever ponder why inside your home it’s getting wetter.
In the absence of rain droplets, invisible’s the drizzly weather.
Moist strands of cobwebs engulf and make you bitter.
Before you know it—trapped! Might as well be your own gravedigger.

The only act to make to be on the side that’s winning
Is to relight your fireplace and commit to some spring cleaning.
Dust and throw the trash! Trash the maid who fakes her sweeping.
Hang a new calendar and mark a new beginning.