Trapped
In a spider web,
All white and neat.
Decaying ever so slightly,
Ready to eat.
In a strait jacket,
Of my own design.
It keeps out intruders,
While I piss and whine.
In a relationship,
Convoluted and deep.
It's crushing me to death,
But I still want to keep.
In a great debt,
I can never repay.
Thinking that material things,
Are life's only way.
In this body,
I've neglected too long.
Saying, "Soon I will do it,"
Until misery came along.
In a life of misery,
That doesn’t fit my skin,
An endless night of days,
Until I cash in.
Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull
5/30//04
Houdini escaped his strait jacket to immortality.
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damn, man, i love the way you write--such wisdom in this claustrophobic piece *felt this one*
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
please know that you are also an inspiration to many!
You may not realize it,but I assure you, you are!
Excellently written!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (claustrophobic) Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :(
Great write, Ron! Well done!
I am too scared to open a poem I might see one..grrrr!!
But Thank goodness no real spiders yet!!
Very well written darkish poem Ronald!!
Love Tinka