A moment ( Original Poetry)

Tugging gently
From the core to peripheral
Stinging slightly
Tightening as strands loosen
Cold and abandoned
Potential lay deep
Rest for the weary
But none while asleep
Arise, be alive,
Do nothing, just creep
Ponder, wonder, desire, restraint
So bleak, so simple,
So fragile, so neat
But never the same
Intangible memories
Of a form trapped within
A prison of beauty
Of splendor
Of grandeur and whim
Destroyed and desolate
Not even half the man
Nothing left to cherish
Only broken, half demands
Go on, give up
In circles, or knots
Reach out, revolve
Inspire, resolve
Whats left here but death
Till then
Evolve...