Barbed-Wire

Barbed-Wire...reaching out,
Quicker than an asp.
No sooner than I make a step,
It has me in its' grasp.

Winding in the grasses,
And mostly out of sight.
It scratches without mercy,
While holding to me tight.

The pasture has a good supply,
Of old and rusty fence.
When I was trying to get out,
It put up its' best defence.

T'was only yesterday...it was,
And I was going slow.
It tore my threads to tatters,
And would not let me go.

Entanglements...you've never seen,
Like this running line of pins.
Except when you are caught and bound,
Up tight by your...sharpest sins.