This is my Earwig
I wonder if she wonders if I wonder
Do I pain her as much as she pains me?
Does she wake up wanting to silence me.
Does she fall asleep thankful I am no longer there.
I wander in my mind as I walk in my sleep.
I look for the unseen as its untold.
A bear in his den until Spring.
A Butterfly waiting to cause an effect.
A poet writing an end.
An end writing the poet.
I wander into my sleep.
I awake in to the untold.
My visions my thoughts.
My dreams my memories.
Its meal, its feast.
It feasts on my mind.