It was hard
for me to fathom what a tangled web I’d weaved
In a world that was dank and dark – and hidden.
In my mangled mind, half truths and lies were all that I believed;
I couldn’t face the facts – that seemed forbidden.
would admit it – turned a blind eye to the truth –
Preferring an alternative reality
That would take me back to brighter times, and carefree days of youth…
Rather than confront my immorality.
But now my
heart is softening; my vision pierces through
That misty veil enshrouding humankind;
I believe I can see clearly now to bare my soul to you –
Better hurry up, before I change my mind.
My sin? I
left the cobwebs in the basement undissected –
’Bout making me the worst of all backsliders;
But worser, other creatures’ creature comforts I’d neglected:
It was even too cobwebby for the spiders.
—Arachn A. Mouse