Spiders 101501

Denatured spider under my shoe

Broken by a will hardly whole

Of course I knew what it would do

If it clung and crawled up through my soul

Dark little beast beaten for now

How long before it stands back up

How long can I keep it down

Sometimes it’s hard to greet the sun

When you insides are wrapped in what a spider’s spun

When the great black mist clogs your eyes

And sadness rolls like a cold wind across your sky