The spider and the fly, acrylic painting and poem

I am the spider who weaves
Day after day, without respite
A web woven with doubts
A web woven with great fears
A web woven with tiny anxieties
A web woven with unfortunate baseness
A web woven with black sorrows
A web woven of multiple insecurities
A web woven with hurtful remorses
A web woven with nagging regrets
A web woven with futile worries
A web woven with missed rendez-vous
A web woven with too long shadows
I am the spider
I am the thread of her web
I am the fly
The spider will frame and eat