Prison of Silk


time has spun a web silently
redoubling each fiber
into a thread of hopelessness...
shaped into a magical sleep,
seduced by a force...
transforming angels into demons...
I thrust and kick.
choking on a darkness
of pain and fear.
a strangling disease
snuffing the light
with trinkles of sweat dehydrating
from thirtsy pores.
I am cold now. 

Copyright (C) Susie E. Matt, 2005