spider - again
Another lonely spider
spinning his web in shelter of the dark,
searching for a tree
he could rely on
even though he’s in the middle of the forest,
with lots of trees around him,
he doesn’t feel he knows any of them,
they just stand there,
talking to each other,
noone sees him,
he’s on his own
he could be in a big bunch
of spiders, beetles, whatever
and still,
he would be left alone
they found him, one morning.
dead.
nobody cared about how he died,
they just buried him alone
and left him