- He likened his
life to the broken web.
- The web he had
watched be made.
- With one cruel
gesture the threads were ripped
- In that
so-called peaceful glade.
-
- He never had
thought in those terms before,
- But all seemed
so simple and clear.
- The struggle
and effort don’t waste any more,
- Do away with
the angst and the fear.
-
- He lay back on
dead leaves and gazed entranced
- At the natural
movements around,
- The birds and
the insects their lives so enhanced
- By the
sunlight just reaching the ground.
-
- The cruelness
within him just ebbed away,
- Along with his
tears of despair.
- A breeze
kissed his cheek, he wanted to stay,
- Why not,
there’s no one to care.
-
- He slowly
relaxed both body and mind
- The scented
air made him sleep.
- His dreams
were for once of a happier kind,
- As spider
started to creep.
-
- The web was
respun in its usual place
- And trapped
quite a number of flies.
- On waking he
felt it across his face,
- As his head
started to rise.
-
- ‘You don’t
give up do you?’ he laughed aloud.
- To brush
himself off was no strife,
- ‘So neither
will I – I’ll see off each cloud.’
- He said as he
tossed down the knife.
