Like a fly I flew into the trap,
Though I swore I never would.
Like a fly I took a path,
Blocked by a beautiful spider,
Who’d already spun her web.
Like a fly I found myself,
Tangled up,
Where so many had already suffered.
Like a fly I struggled with futility,
Upon recognition of my plight.
Like a fly I lay in wait now,
To become the victim of a beautiful spider,
Who’s spun a beautiful web,
And caught me.
I lay in wait for my heart to break,
For the games of a beautiful spider,
Who’s condemned and will condemn,
So many a poor other,
To a horrible, identical fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Had to check this one out since Spiders are my greatest fear, I found it very easily put into the human world of victims and beautiful manipulators. well done Paul 10++ From Chris