Wednesday, September 29, 2010


He watches
Like a spider in the dark crevice
Of an abandoned room
Leaving footprints in the dust
As he scurries towards
The ray of light that sneaks
through a broken pane
Like the love she gave
That he once basked in
Wishing he could recapture her
In his web… if only for a moment
So that he could feel alive once more.

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