Tangled Tattered

I am a spider living in the shadows Seven Generations from Charlotte Here I stand in the corner In the midst of the Shadows of this threshold Traversed walking on the side of the wall Suddenly I hear thunder and see lightning I spin a web to get away Sliding down the mangles, tattered wall made of wood and hay Within the threshold many machines that are used on a farm But to my alarm, I'm just a little spider trying to move on It starts to rain outside someone left the door and windows open As water starts to pour in rain encapsulated Caught up endrenched the waters from the rain My web was powdered somehow I got entangled my eight legs stumbled I fell So I spit out a web to try to get out of here But yet I fell to the ground I was tangled, tattered and worn Somehow it didn't matter anymore I dried myself off spun a web shot up to the corner of the room Yet I was still tattered, tangles horizontally traversed stuck in the corner alone Flies fly around me as they laughed shouting at me how does a spider get tangled in his own web Tangled, tattered, traverse in a threshold