My Writings

Spinning Lies

alone
she sits surrounded
the webs of her life
tangling around her
drowning
her feeble cries for help

in the dark

no one can see her

again 

she spins her web

schemes

aches for attention

neverending 

draining

his heart aches

he watches as 

she spins her newest web

the silken threads 

glisten 

beckon to him

so beautiful

all he ever wanted

she waits for him 

willing him to listen 

still spinning
lies