The spider has me,
trapped in his web,
a web of lies and deceit.
Hard to breathe,
can't get out.
The more I struggle, the more I'm stuck.
Someone walks in,
He's cloaked in light.
A sword in his hand, a weapon of might.
"Do you want to be free?" He asks.
"Yes, but I can't," I say.
"These webs are too strong."
"Yes," He says.
"These webs are strong,
but they haven't met Me."
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The Shadow Wars
PoetryPoems of darkness, hope, and my struggles with mental health. Trigger Warning: May contain allusions to self-harm.
