Spiders in my Bed

[Germandeathkittiez]

Spiders in my bed.

Spiders; am I dead?

 

Am I crawling?

Am I sprawling?

Am I unfed?

 

Am I a spider?

To be so far away

from all that is brighter

than my morose, sullen grave.

 

Spiders all led.

They led me into their demesne of the undead.

 

Am I all wings,

or am I sprawling

in my dreams of all the misled ones who bled?

 

Are we spiders?

I lie wide awake

in all the blood that is madder.

I lie in spiders’ gloomy embraces.

 

Spiders all dead

In their blood I shed.

 

Am I thinking?

Am I itching?

Am I red?

 

Are we spiders?

I lie in my dreams with those who have no sake.

In all the blood that is matter.

That nothing erases.

 

I am a spider.

[kungfubellydancer]

Flawless. You are a master poet. This piece moves me. Keep writing!

[Herculine]

Very macabre. It reminded me immediately of Edgar Allen Poe. An excellent poem. I hate spiders.

[Germandeathkittiez]

Wow. Thanks all of you, I never considered this my area of expertise.