as yet untitled- by Richard Trotter Can we gently destroy the infant spiders web that grew too fast around me? The shards grow into my eyes roughly smoothed by your smile digging deeper, the hole I began. Snapping myself like a biscuit I throw the longing wrapper into the fire but it will not burn 03/20/2006 Posted on 03/20/2006 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/03/13 at 06:11 PM these three stanzas enchant. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)