Freely Selling Your Soul

Seventeen years after writing a Poet's thought. I return to relive its impact. The entangled webs we weave through places spiders never discover leave no attachment to all things that fall. Believed upon does not require willingness or acceptance—but rather a three minute timer. Cradled is the lonely mans tear, his only weapon a pen. For any word bled need not be food to anyone’s soul other than they who chose to sever a throat or two. This paper is nothing but a blanket of warmth. Your eyes re-ignite what would’ve cost any man his life. Yes, it’s believed to be a battle with self-doubt—for only you know of your own willingness or acceptance—to which I ask, “What saves you from partnering with the spider? This in time will invite natures curse…the cockroach.” Books by Arroe