Created: May 11, 2014 | Updated: May 11, 2014
Genre : General
Language : English
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The Padded Room
Be it alone, little spider
Making a web over my vision
Creating a new writer
A writer of thoughts incision
In snow all around me
Nothing green or gray
Save for fractured web
You made for today
Be it silent, little spider
You are a visitor to me
The only one to think
I exist, so may it be
The others do not know
They don't see this roughness
I am not to be fixed
Or sold in the stillness
Be it wrapped, little spider
Warm cloths keep cold away
For the snow is hard and cruel
It melteth not this day
White branches I am perched
As birds sing in my head
The light still bright, little spider
Yet time to go to bed.