Trapped Poem by Bea Early

Trapped



Desire spins a sticky silken web
Web of dreams
Dreams of perfect love
Dreams of water view
Dreams of money and success
Dreams of social status.
Spider spins the dreams of flies.
Fly is caught and wrapped in silky sighs
If fly escapes the web will break,
So fly sleeps, to dream, until he dies.

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