Silken Threads

Like a hapless little fly, unsuspecting,

Walked into the trap did I

A trap woven, of silken threads,

Shimmering with the promise of years of bliss, togetherness,

Love and all the sweet little nothings, oft spoken, but never fulfilled.

 

When the realization did dawn,

Squirmed did I, trying to break free, with all my might.

But those shackles of law, oh those shackles,

Slippery, rusty, held strong, tight, in vicelike grip.

 

The more I wriggled and squirmed,

These silken threads held strong, wound dearer.

Days rolled by into years and years into decades,

But those silken threads yielded not.

As I lie gazing up at that sky

Watching flies flit by,

Those years gone by forever.

 

My tomb I carry, wound tight around me,

Another day, another week, another year.

Waiting for death's sweet release,

From these shackles, holding dear.

And I'll flit once more in the yonder,

Free at last, from those shimmering silken shackles, that'll no longer hold dear.