Web Poem by Zachary Zuccaro
Web
Servile retributions boiled with silkworms,
the noontime reflection of insignificance
in a shallow pond
evaporating
under the heat of the midnight sun.
A tangled labyrinth of melancholy
weaves a spider into a cloth.
An ensnared fly struggles to free itself
but to no avail;
unrealized potential squirming
to escape from reality
yet killed by nature's laws
that punish the insubordinate.
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