This is my life.

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Rain hits my roof, heavy and definitely unwanted, I feel the walls closing in on me absorbing the wetness.

I know it won’t be long until I have to resurface, the rain no longer hitting my roof but my head.

It’s dark and cold and I have to live in fear that every time this happens, I could potentially die.

It’s not a good life being me but it’s the one I have, a lonely one but a life at that, I am lucky for this.

However any day it could be over if I don’t make it to the surface in time, I get plucked from the ground.

This is my life, I have to live it daily.

I am a worm...

  • Author: Louise Plunkett (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2018 08:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Giving animals/ insects/ all creatures a life description, a voice in a way is a powerful thing.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 18
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