night spiders
crawling
crawling through
mind
encased
in black
satin
webs
deep
sleep
trapped
drained
tread encased
in raw exhaustion
stung spun webs
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love the images in this one.... perhaps we're all caught in the web, and dont know it!