Carol Mitra Poet Rhyme

It Was a Good Morning Until

It was a good morning until
My hands and feet grew cold and still
I saw the spider on the wall
Crawling towards me in the hall

My goodness they make me sick
Oh boy do they move quick
Fear now bound me to my chair
Spider crawling without a care

My eyes rolled over him
My chances now pretty slim
Covering my visage just in case
He spun his web over my face.

10.2.2021
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Mahtab Bangalee February 11, 2021 at 1:08 AM a beautiful poem penned/// all were in good in the roots of the rising sun; by the course of time it's in the rolling machine of exhausting, yet there's you to ............//// Carol Mitra February 11, 2021 at 1:49 AM Thank you Mahtab :)