You Want A Poem?

You Want A Poem?
(A piece started in 2008, and finished today.)





The world is a jungle.
Filled with men, filled with mice.
Those seeking love. Those seeking vice.
Some seeking redemption. Some seeking sin.
Praying to a God with different names. Praying He'll let them in.
But I'm alone in the world.
Filled with people of every age. Filled with people of every shade.
Everyday a constant reminder. Of every mistake I've made.
And along comes a spider. Using the cover of night to hide her.
Singing songs to open ears. Hoping to alleviate any fears.

She tells to world that she wants me to be hers.
But she doesn't tell them that she only wants me for my words.
That if I'm foolish enough to let her in. The moment I put away my pen.
She will vanish. Like a mirage inside a desert wind.
For the spider is a selfish beast. And she doesn't want my art to cease.
Because she applies my dreams to herself. Saying her love is best for my health.

She thinks every uplifting word, was inspired by thoughts of her.
But instead, she makes our lives seem as bleak, as they ever were.
She tells her fellow spiders, that she is a muse for a modern-day Poe
Which is so far from the truth, but she hopes their jealousy will show
Because she is petty, and validates herself, through the attention of peasants
Then she gets mad, when their reaction, is so very far from pleasant
Foolish little widow, it is on my words that you should daily hinge
For you're a relapsing little junkie, and my poetry is food for your syringe

You are merely a glimpse of the woman I'd want.
And you're the pretentious witch that will forever haunt
Every ounce of respect I had for the woman in my dreams
Because flashes of your stupid face are clogging up the seams
So she's forced to hide in the corners of my mind
And now it takes my entire strength to find
A way to reach her hand
With your over-bearing, barely-caring,
When-you-don't-get-your-way-you-start-your-swearing
Shadow outstretched across the land.

Thanks for being a waste of words.