Friday, December 07, 2012


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.

My Earwig.

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