366 Poems: September 16th, 2016


You may realize that this life is full of pests–

like a rain that pours on the wrong day

or a sickness that takes its time.

Like the spider that crawls around your bedside

in hopes that it can sleep

beside you.

And you hide your head beneath the covers,

but in reality who is more afraid

of who?

The biter or the swallower?

The screamer or the slapper?

Oh there are so many things to annoy us here,

like the constant threat of death.

Or the unluckiest lucky chance

to survive.

And this life is full of tragedies

that we swarm around like mosquitoes,

like flies,

and we drink up the puddles of blood like honey

as if the terror keeps us


“Along came a spider”


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