Spider

What we leave behind
What we carry, mind
What we starve inside,
Our own bodies.

What we desecrate,
What we destroy,
We make,
Spiderwebs wrap soft to kill.

 

I like it a lot! I enjoy reading your poetry.

Peace and love

 

Man, i love it. The last line really hits it home.

 

I'm not so convinced on the rest, but this last line is killer.