In the corner of a windowpane, <br />I watched a fly, caught in a web, <br />Struggling to escape, but all in vain, <br />As slowly his life, away did ebb. <br /> <br />Although he’s not a bug I like, <br />His fight for life was sad to see, <br />But we too, can feel the spider strike, <br />Wishing we also could get free. <br /> <br />We want to flee the chains that hold, <br />That entangle us by our own mistakes. <br />For we never listen to what we’re told, <br />And all our senses the mind forsakes. <br /> <br />In the corner of a windowpane, <br />I watched the fly and it was me. <br />Trapped by my own obdurate brain, <br />Caused by my own stupidity. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-own-mistakes/
