Oh! How I pity your tender rosy body;
Laid to rest on harsh ground by careless waters.
Those giant beasts who pass you by
Pay no respect to your lifeless form.
Forced unto your Maker by harsh sun rays,
You writhe in pain until darkness comes-
Reminding you of your home,
Your birth.
The place you were ripped from
Before your time
Like a premature infant,
With little chance at survival.
That is the place you shall return to,
Soon, but not soon enough.
Not even I, who pities you stops to return you to your home.
No, it does no good.
Your home washed away-
Leaving you to an unfamiliar grave.
I apologize, and am a little embarrassed, but this idea sticks to me every time it rains. I feel horrible for these little critters. They are small, extremely sensitive, and I feel a tiny sense of guilt every time I step on one of them. Also, any suggestions on how to improve this piece? And I apologize if this topic has already "been done" so to speak.
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I love that you decided to write about this. You know that you and I feel the same way about this subject. I especially love the first line, it's a wonderful visual description of these tiny creatures. I think you did a very good job with this piece. It sums up the way I feel anyway.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest, I actually get disgusted when I see dead bug and worms on the side walk... eww. but your worms have be me fell sad for them. Now whenever I see them i will be placed in their shoes. And now I might have some sympathy for them.
ReplyDeleteI think it is awesome! I feel horrible for worms, until I eat them.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. I have never read anything like this. Thanks for posting this.
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