Like a fish that fights a reel

by Randy East

As I sit here in the solitude,
and deal with how I feel.
Caught up by love snares giant hook.
like a fish that fights a reel.

Tethered to an out swept line.
A trap construed by me.
as if its all just make believe,
it's my choice to be free.

You reel me in, and let me out.
Yet connected, I seem still.
To a never ending battle
against the power of your reel.

Sometimes your gaze alone
brings me into you with ease.
Susceptible to your cunning lure.
You do so as you please.

But then I fight and pull away,
so sick of all your games.
Angry that your stringer's
filling up with other names.

I can tell you want the little fish
that worship you all day.
Assuming I will linger round
and choose not to swim away.

I will search for other spinners,
and be attracted by new lures.
Whether coming from the other boats,
or coming from the shores.

I will swim so very far away
and watch your reel unwind.
As it represents my love for you,
and lingers on my mind.

And as I swim away,
I face my biggest fear.

How long the spool will last?

And will it disappear?