Dying Vine

Forward climbing upward
downward spiral of complication,
hope it seems my only dreams
of nightly revelation.
Wine that must be spoiling
from a lack of my ambition,
this is all the pull I have
to bring into fruition.
Birth of past regression
thought to put it all behind,
but ghosts that haunt do well to taunt
and linger to remind.
Breaking bondage is a must
of chains were self inflicted,
and all that falls these curtain calls
easy could have been predicted.
Change will come from dying of
the fruit of my relation,
forward climbing upward
downward spiral of complication.