A spider crawls beneath my bed,
Images flying through my head.
Creeping up my legs and arms,
Leaving me with sweaty palms.
My fear of spiders is too much to bare.
No one believes me, but what do I care.
You think I'm wrong, I know I'm right.
I saw it when I turned on the light.
I want that spider to be dead,
Before I help him to be fed.
Yes I'll panic, No I won't be calm.
I won't be left here to be harmed.
They come out of hiding, just to stare.
My bedroom has been a breeding lair.
So the couch is where I'll sleep tonight,
Too scared of getting a spider bite.
Author notes
Written December 12th, 2003
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel by LostInThought.
250 points, ended December 22, 2003, 25 entries
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LOL, sorry this is toooo Me! I've been sleeping on the
couch for awhile now due to arachnaphobia. Thank You For
Writing this, Someone had to!
Tanya -
thats exactly how i feel about spiders i hate them so much great poem on protraying thefeelingd you have about spiders
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