Widow's Web

Vivid dreams of bygone ways
Frequent night time visions
Retiring alone she lays
Sinking fitfully in her prisons

-She is spinning-

Morning breaks another day
Scattering overhanging silence
Mundane chores underway
Blocking memories of glances

-She is spinning-

Pacing emptiness away
Stirring ever present redolences
Should she leave, should she stay
Ponders constant loneliness

-She is spinning-

Seeking pleasures flown
She's searching her identity
Circling friendships on her own
Trying to capture infinity

-She is waiting-





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