Spider
Cobwebs in the corners
of a story yet untold
Words left unwritten
a statement bright and bold
Tales just waiting
to be lovingly read
Until leftover chaos
clears from cluttered head
Love still lost
emptiness leads the blind
Wounds still throb
not forgotten over time
Memories stationed on walls
hidden deep in heart
Forbidding a simple life
or fresh start
Questions unanswered
by loved lost souls
A side of incapability
to again be whole
Lies to get by
respill bad blood
That flows freely
into the mud
It is the web of
Life
Spun by a spider
in strife
With guilt of a sinner
and passion of the inspired
Dipped in the bronze
of hope unretired
Tangled in flesh
and profanities so clean
Only to keep reaching
for a so-called dream
Spinning and spinning
and spinning straight down
Searching for that
which remains still unfound.