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Webs
Webs
By JFarrell
“What if…?”, starts the web
One thought, one tiny feeling of doubt
Screams with such deafening force
The echoes ricochet back
Pummelling you with the shrapnel of anxiety
Suddenly, your mind is racing
From “what if…?” to “WHAT IF…?”
The thousand fears that instantly flood you
Are corrosive, adhesive, sinuous, entangling
Beguilingly wrapping themselves about you
Tighter and tighter, crushing the breath out of you
Gossamer tendrils of fear cling to all your thoughts
The more you struggle the tighter they constrict
Ensnared, rooted, trapped
Like the fly thrashing about in the web
Trying to break free
Your misery only serves to be the appetizer
For the spider approaching from your soul
Futility As Philosophy
No matter what there is no escaping death. Move over Poe and Ellison - I hear the echoes of "Paingod" ~allets~
wow, thank you
wow, thank you.....
your comment IS the greatest compliment i've ever received (for anything, even just existing)
but i think you got the wrong guy, i just waste of space drunk....
i'll stick with being a slug :-) noone notices a slug till you've stood on it :-)
please forgive me, your comment so staggered me...
taken me longer to write this right... than to do a lot things...
yes i dream of being the next stephen king or edgar allen poe....
and i had to check up ellison - thought you meant american psycho author, but the road less travelled....
but i am ..... maybe only part-time drunk now, but still waste of space, though i do have a job now
sorry, just wanted to say thiank you and wow
and please forgive the slime trails
it is an unpleasant by-product of being a slug
many thanks and i wish you rainbows