The Spider crawls
insidiously up my spine
and with fang and claw
burrows into the darkness of my mind
Amongst the psyche’s clockwork
it spins its web of silken lies,
catching ghost like thoughts
and gourges on their insides
its fiery venom
rages through my fibre
severing the flesh from Mind,
its pincers latch on tighter
my eyes are cold and lifeless
I stare, empty inside and sightless
my mouth silently forms my dirge
but from my lips passes not a word
I take the counsel of a dear friend
dowsing my soul, I find an answer
and, revelation found, cast out Cancer,
my silent tormenter meets its end