Loneliness is a Thing With Webs

Loneliness is a thing with webs-

Lurking in the corner

Meeting few flies and bugs-

Creatures only foreigner

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It spins a tapestry of patience

An ode to it’s time alone

Hidden at the top of an attic,

Only existing- unknown.

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This was inspired by Emily Dickinson's Hope is the Thing With Feathers. I wrote it from a writing exercise during a literary class- the assignment was to write the poem in the style of Hope is the Thing With Feathers. (Technically I need to write a third stanza... I'd love any suggestions or overall feedback in general!)