The spider

The spider is hanging from the wall
In my room
Next to me
It’s on the roof
I see it
And I know she can see me
Her many eyes ca affirm this
She stares at me all day when I sleep
I know, I feel it.
She is the witness of my nightmares
And the few broken dreams.
She looks me when I read
My books of history.
May be she likes history as well
Why not
That is why she is always there accompanying me.
Each day that drifts away
I see her bigger and bigger
Black dark and gloomy
Now I see it half its size
Now just a dot
Now I can’t see it anymore
Shhhhhh!!! Stop it! Don’t make any noise
We fall asleep!