there’s an ant infestation in my home
i wake up full of nightmares sometimes
i wake up sweaty and cold
i woke up today with a tickle on my wrist
an ant climbing through the hairs on my arm up to my elbow
i watched it
i used to not want to kill the ants
i still don’t
so through curled lips i’ll blow a short breathe
shooting the ant straight off my skin
never to know where it lands,
it’s somewhere in my room
that i lay poison down in the corners of
dust and goop, plastic traps filled with powder
i’m not the killer i just laid them down there
for ants to eat and curl up and croak
when i see an ant i don’t smush it, i blow
i don’t know why
i don’t want to watch it wilt
i over water my flowers and it gets them killed
i don’t know why i won’t let them grow
i can’t fulfill a future full such unknowns
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2022 16:37
- Comment from author about the poem: i cant write recently, too tired
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Comments1
you should be grateful
for being gifted a life
that affords you such luxuries..
but for
a callous universe's
chanced, fate
of a coin flip
it may have been you or me
as that helpless
Ant...
who knows? still
good to write
and work through your thoughts
none of us are squeaky clean
that darkness, brings
some horridly warped perspectives
of life..
stay strong, dear poet
thanks for sharing
I wish you, peace!
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