Daylight comes through the window
And the night is gone.
A black widow,
Withdrawn by the light,
Hides in the dark.
The red birthmark
Under it's back shares
A danger like a shark;
Something that tears
At your body.
She does embody
A real human fear:
Death.
Your warm breath
Will not clear
Away your icy sins.
So don't play those weeping violins
At your brother's funeral
And blame that creature
For the things it does natural.
Don't blame her
For her purpose.
She was made to kill,
Not wait until
She's nonexistent
To release her ailment
Of deadly envy.
Even with her beauty,
She is lonely
For she is the black widow spider,
Not a fragile and kind flower.
11/16/2016
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Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
