The Spider's Snare

The Web of Addiction

Pants hanging on moist feet,

anchored to the chair.

Desperately seeking something sweet,

to feed the hungry stare.

Trapped by the trance,

they try to escape the webs.

The spider laughing at their dance,

salivating as their meal’s willpower quickly ebbs.

While the basking bird sings outside the window’s screen,

the spider gnaws on their soul.

In the darkness the succubus clings,

sobriety torn open by desire’s claws as the victim loses control.

When the spider feeds upon you,

what do you gain?

When the temptation comes due,

will you refrain?

An addiction is like the spider’s yarn,

the initial foundation that becomes our prison.

Tightropes that bring us harm,

and tear us from our mission.

Break this feeding cycle and fly outside,

and beware of decadent pleasure.

In plain-sight the spider hides,

waiting to poison your treasure.