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
Oh wow, intense imagery. It’s awesome! 👍
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Hey, thanks much for reading and taking time to comment.
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No problem ‘😊
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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. 🙂
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Thanks, C0.
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You welcome my friend.
Twin Peaks = Nine Inch Nails! 🙂
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