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
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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