The Spider & It's Webs Poem by Daniel Fortuna Jr.

The spider & it's webs I see before me.I feel it coming, for I sense it just around the bend.The hatred that builds up within me is something I can't pretend.It's many webs that encompass me in front & behind - oh how relentless it is, how so unkind. The spider spins it's webs for me & I ponder to myself, oh why does this have to be, for I find myself caught up in them repeatedly. Relentlessly it spins them with a consistent diligence, cruel & sadistic is it's nature; devoted to it's credence.With it's fangs I feel the life being slowly drained out of me, an unfortunate reality that I accept adamantly.I try to claw & beat it away from me, but to no avail, for I succumb to it's power & relentlessness as my will is weak & frail.However, despiteit's cruelty it lets me go; knowing that I will eventually get caught up in one of it's myriad of webs again, this I know.Until then, with apprehension, I shall proceed to walk down the meandering road praying for a liberation as I continue to experience the flows & ebbs of the spider & it's webs.