Webs Under the Eclipse
A Symphony Of Unseen Labors
Entry upon entry, endless tales, my stories demand my voice
Clawing at keys, a trapped beast, that hungers to be freed from this cage so old
Longing weaves through my heart, my webs so grand, yet sparse and cold
Im a spider invisible, crafting a web of intricacy, a beauty to behold
Plight in the fact that no matter how divine, my transient webs won’t stand the test of time
Still I carefully craft and share each piece, like Charolette spelling “some pig” for all to see
Enduring against the clamoring voice that tells me my dream can never be
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Comments (5)
Oh! Yes! We are all Charlottes!
What a beautifully woven piece! I especially love the line about Charlotte. This is certainly "some pig" for all to see, and you never know, maybe your work will stand the test of time. The work of many writers did not become popular until after their time.
Brilliant! I loved it!😊
A wonderful web or words you have woven
Oooo, this was so deep and poignant! Loved your Acrostic!