This is a poem about the unhappy scenes that took place in our city three weeks ago.

A poem from the heart as the brain tries to rationalize the ups and downs of life.

Beware.

The truth is I didn’t write this because I was angry,
I wrote this because I can’t hide this demon – It’s coming and the conspiracy is here…

Gathering clouds assailing
life’s blue sky….

A poem about what the title is.

A spider’s web is meant to entrap its prey. Crooks also spin webs to snarl others to bring about their downfall.

Piece of information: Patch is the name of the teddy bear my soulmate gave me for Valentine’s Day.

Some freestyle dark poetry with dragons and a end to society.

Post-apocalyptic poem: The spelling mistakes here are on purpose…