Arachnids crawl across a pulsing mind
Preventing sanity an earnest dream.
Circuits revolve in random seek and find
Regurgitating what should not be seen.
They tap until they break the dam of webs,
They crucify the corpse upon the moor –
How to create a light when all is dead,
When darkness drips a taste so very raw?
To swim a sea you must go with the wave.
To fight this force will bring an early grave.
Upheave the sail and free a mind so brave,
Allow nature to guide you how to pray.
If clouds of grey entrap your head of light,
Believe in fields of green and futures bright.
As I just mentioned to Ben, you too have an innate ability with formed poetry. I’m not the biggest sonnet fan, as i’ve probably mentioned 40 times but this has a timeless, classic feel. I liked the shift between dark imagery and the uplifting end.