Super Duper Poetry Vol. 1 February 2015 | Página 5

The
 Spider

Out
 of
 the
 corner

of
 my
 eye
 on
 a
 sharp

bed
 frame
 I
 saw
 a
 black
 figure.

It
 crawled
 towards
 me
 eating
 the

light
 that
 I
 thought
 was
 safe
 next
 to
 my

book
 shelf.

Whispering
 promises

I
 knew
 it
 could
 never
 keep.

A
 lonely
 spider
 was
 able
 to
 creep.

It
 opened
 its
 eyes
 and
 I
 could
 feel

it
 scan
 my
 soul.
 Wishing
 it
 would
 wander

away.

But
 as
 I
 lay
 awake,
 still
 in
 the
 dark.

I
 wish
 I
 still
 had
 company.
 Even
 if
 it
 is
 just
 from
 a
 lonely
 spider.

By
 Harvey
 Black

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