Of Cobwebs Above

I would
Often see
Those cobwebs above
Every time I rub.
As I
Lift my head to groan,
Digging
Meters for each breath.
After managing
To release it out.
It is always
A matter of who.
But
I can’t seem
To do them justice
By what I do –
Secretly murdering their dignities
For a pint
Of a moment’s
Relief.

[photo: https://hundts918.wordpress.com/]

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