A spiders web
It sits in the corner of the room,
Trying to be invisible.
Having no closets,
It bears it's skeletons unapologetically.
Yet still you must search to find it.
Occasionally and lets others harbor around its body,
They take up space the web wasn't willing to give them.
The Web is silently shaking,
For it knows the cycle will continue,
No matter if it says no,
Because words are never taken seriously,
When you are permanently backed in a corner.
With no way of getting out,
Strangers come and go as they please,
But that is of no concern of yours.
For you are just a web.
Perhaps next time,
You will have learned your lesson,
And found a darker corner.
