A Man Caught Naked in a Giant Web

A Man Caught Naked in a Giant Web

A man caught naked in a giant web,

His arms trapped, his legs entwined,

A silken prison, no escape,

He thrashes, struggles, lost in time.

His mouth agape, a silent scream,

A cry for help, a desperate plea,

“Let me out of this prison,” he calls,

But no one hears, or dares to see.

The threads are thick, the weight immense,

Each movement pulls him back again,

A tangle of fate that binds him tight,

In the darkness, he’s alone with his fight.

Yet as he writhes, his thoughts take flight,

Of freedom’s taste, of the day and night,

Of how the world felt before this snare,

When life was free, and hope was there.

now, in this web, he’s trapped, confined,

A man undone, by fate’s cruel design.

In reality, there is no web at all, you see,

It’s in his own head, he no longer is free.

Now it’s dark, no way out,

In a padded cell, he screams and shouts.