He stepped <br />on his guilt <br /> <br />it <br />creaked. <br /> <br />'Shhhhhh! ' <br />he whispered <br /> <br />to him <br />self <br /> <br />as he took off <br />his footsteps <br /> <br />one by one <br /> <br />(put them <br />in his pocket) <br /> <br />and continued on <br />in silence. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br />His guilt <br />knew him <br /> <br />for what <br />he was <br /> <br />a no good <br />lying two faced cheat <br /> <br />yet his <br />charm <br /> <br />hid this fact <br /> <br />from everyone else <br /> <br />except those <br />whose soul he'd hurt. <br /> <br />'Shhhh! ' <br />smiles guilt <br /> <br />'I won't tell <br />anybody <br /> <br />..if you don't! ' <br /> <br />********* <br /> <br />He became <br />naked <br /> <br />to <br />him <br />self <br /> <br />lost his clothes <br /> <br />shed his skin <br /> <br />unpacked his bones <br /> <br />arranged neatly <br />his vital organs <br /> <br />one by one <br />before him <br /> <br />'Mmmmmm...there seems <br />to be something(missing?) <br />but I just can't put my finger on it! ' <br /> <br />Seems he had mislaid <br />his soul <br /> <br />left it upon the shelf <br /> <br />gathering dust <br /> <br />trapped <br />in a spider's web <br /> <br />with only two dead <br />bluebottles to talk to. <br /> <br /> <br />**** <br /> <br />I guess you can guess I don't like this individual...this is a hymn of dis-praise to him.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-in-a-spider-s-web/
