Deep within a web
created I
full of traps
invisible
to the naked eye
memories adept to hide
the heart of a spider
that strives.
A heart entrapped
in my own forlorn.
I step through
to avoid victims
that tried to find in which coffin I hide
my deepest desire
the passionate fire
within this web of callous
retired
where to discover this heart of mine.
I am a spider
that dreams
to fly.
YOU ARE READING
Remnants of Broken Dreams
PoetryA journey of passions broken, through expressive poetry. Never look at my poetry at face value, there's always something deeper to consider. Take a moment and don't rush through it. I'm hoping that my poetry will make you feel what I feel or will...
