Full Of Cobwebs Poem by douglas lewis

Full Of Cobwebs



I am half cocooned.
Every thought, in spin.
A web of dark, in forming.
And when I cease to think
My head rises to the light.
But those are only pin points,
A time for spiders breath.

Monday, June 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,thoughts
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