I'm caught within a sticky spider's web;
in struggling to escape without success,
its vice-like threads imprisoned me, now press
against my throat- I feel my power ebb.
I stepped into its path when I walked home;
I watched the flowers, listened to birds' song,
inhaled the fragrant air, the earth smelled strong.
Above me, whispering tree-tops formed a dome.
I'm desperately trying to break free,
but clinging cords are tightening instead-
cold fear is creeping closer, gripping me.
Alarm bells shake my body, break the dread.
I realize the nightmare lost its hold,
dive deep beneath my duvet- I am cold.
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