How could failure be my gain?
As much as I tried hard
Sad and tired
I had tried and failed again
I nursed the thought for moments
Importing sporadic loosed comments

I gave up…
Was about to give up
Like a broken glass cup
Then came the spider
Black and furry legs like an armored tank
Sinking deep into space
Soaring higher….
Glued to a tiny transparent web
From its thorax`s bank
Caressing the air at every ebb
Like a policeman on a chase

Pulled down
It was back spinning
Every time, it was winning
Like the outbreak of dawn
Such determined little thing
And its web, feeble and thin

Amazed at the awe of its finished
Magnificent web tentacles
Exposed by the flaunted rays of light
Her Majesty sank in the middle
Like a queen wrapped in the radiance of beauty

My oozing shame away went
A pure hope in me trickles
That I felt in me a new might
To fight failure of its meddling
In my life and fix myself
In the triumphant troupe

This spider could achieve
Farther and wider
For this I believe
I have got the effect of a spider

Goodness Olanrewaju