I sit on the ground
and I’m covered with ants
They become my new skin
and I don’t try to stop them
I’m red and I’m black
and I never stop moving
I stand up to walk home
and the ants help to guide me
They want me to get home
and they know what it’s like
To have somewhere to be
and a path clearly marked
They want me to be home
and they bite to remind me
They’re pushing me toward home
and they don’t think of death
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Oh wow, intense imagery. It’s awesome! 👍
Hey, thanks much for reading and taking time to comment.
No problem ‘😊
Super intense visuals on this poem. I can picture myself being covered in ants and have no problem with the feeling of it. Outstanding poem my friend. 🙂
Thanks, C0.
You welcome my friend.
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