burning intensely in acid,
poisoning the thoughts,
vision blurs until only can see nightmare canvas.
Not possessed of legs or body
these are arachnids of the tongue,
the words that kill the spirit
and destroy one's hopes,
criticism's tarantulas
biting with their fangs
that drain passion from the blood,
leave me feeble and crippled
of any dream I once thought would be my tomorrow.
It is the hate sent by flaming darts
strike the heart
with black widow toxins
often seeping into old wounds
until they erupt in agony
over some previous pain.
Building their webs within my head,
which traps every speck of suggestion
riding any breath
filled with the dust that clogs esteem's flow.
Kryptonite of abuse and bias
long ago irradiating my feeling's frail membrane
so the tiniest crawling insult
brings waves of angst
from so many former bites.
Gold trophy winner
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Great write dear - very best of luck 
and my Love & Light
~ Desire~*~
