The Inevitability of Everything

A Poem by Velour6

A spider comes down form the ceiling

I let it live

It hasn't done anything wrong

Yet

it simply exists

You try and come up for air

I let you drown

You've done everything wrong

Still

I put hands around my neck

They don't grip tight

Yet

But they will

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Compartment 114

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Added on April 19, 2015
Last Updated on April 19, 2015

I like to write poetry that makes no sense, but nothing ever does more..

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