Trapped In A Spider's Web Poem by Dónall Dempsey

He stepped
on his guilt

it
creaked.

'Shhhhhh! '
he whispered

to him
self

as he took off
his footsteps

one by one

(put them
in his pocket)

and continued on
in silence.



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His guilt
knew him

for what
he was

a no good
lying two faced cheat

yet his
charm

hid this fact

from everyone else

except those
whose soul he'd hurt.

'Shhhh! '
smiles guilt

'I won't tell
anybody

..if you don't! '

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He became
naked

to
him
self

lost his clothes

shed his skin

unpacked his bones

arranged neatly
his vital organs

one by one
before him

'Mmmmmm...there seems
to be something(missing?)
but I just can't put my finger on it! '

Seems he had mislaid
his soul

left it upon the shelf

gathering dust

trapped
in a spider's web

with only two dead
bluebottles to talk to.


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I guess you can guess I don't like this individual...this is a hymn of dis-praise to him.