The spiders come then run away
leaving their sticky traps to sway.
All day all night, the flies they catch.
These thoughts of mine just seem to latch.
The scary things my head believes,
the fibs, and tales and webs of deceipt.
I know the danger, i know the fear
and yet each day they draw me near.
I try to stop or turn away,
but these fears inside are here to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An insightful depiction of fear well conceived and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Donna and do remain enriched.