Spider
The Spinster toils-
caught in a web of despair.
Here comes the spider.
Constrictor
In a serpent’s lair-
as air departs my lungs, the
constrictor squeezes.
Shark
Blood in the water-
the hungry shark approaches.
There is no escape.
Streets
Streets of agony-
forced to walk the road of life.
Am I by myself?
Hatred– To read this poem and a few more, click here…
©2019 BY B’HIVE STORIES
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