if not for my mistakes, I would not learn a thing.


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Ultimate Fear.

I walked into my room

cup of tea in hand

ready to relax, unwind, set it down on the nightstand

adjust the dim light setting so they do become bright

look up to ceiling and become overwhelmed with fright


Spider on the ceiling

daddy long legs in my line of sight

back out into the hallway

how dare you and your too many legs invite yourself in to my room tonight

after a few moments in the hall plotting on which way I should kill you

walk back in the room to see you’ve disappeared completely

this very situation I call ultimate fear

I reiterate that the spider has disappeared

I have no clue of it’s whereabouts or when it will reappear

There is a spider on the loose, it’s somewhere in my room

Filed under poem real situation i hate spiders