Eight Eyes

I feel trapped in 

sticky syrupy molasses

stuck trying to 

release from 

the cobwebs these 

bugs are trapped in

slowly etching a path 

to crawl away from 

the spider

before it catches

with a look into 

their eight eyes, 

I’d be eaten alive 

by their scare tactics

someday, we will be 

nothing but ashes

nothing but history 

made as the time passes

and along the way,

you meet people that 

may hold on tightly like 

how a padlock latches,

but to open 

up the gates,

it takes only one 

key that matches

hopefully, 

I’ll escape 

my downfall before 

the web attaches

- Leah Rae