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The Insects

Poetry By: Lauren Sneath
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This is something I wrote while feeling angry- it doesn't really make sense, but I thought I'd post it anyway.


Submitted:Mar 25, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


If I try, suddenly I become

Invisible to the naked eye

An insect, slowly drying out under your microscope as

You struggle to see me

So I stop and

I scream

And cry out for your blindness to find me

And still you only see the bad,

Hear the words but not the meaning

And a misty sickness slowly clouds my judgement

Like a blue-black swarm of hissing flies, four million

Tiny aircrafts with military precision

And all plummet in fixed positions

To hit me where it hurts

The last time forever came

I saw it go by with envious eyes

This time it will not be held

Out of my reach as I scream

And cry

The blindness will see me

My sickness will die as the fuel runs out.

If I try, suddenly I become

Invisible to the naked eye

An insect, slowly drying out under your microscope as

You struggle to see me

So I stop and

I scream

And cry out for your blindness to find me

And still you only see the bad,

Hear the words but not the meaning

And a misty sickness slowly clouds my judgement

Like a blue-black swarm of hissing flies, four million

Tiny aircrafts with military precision

And all plummet in fixed positions

To hit me where it hurts

The last time forever came

I saw it go by with envious eyes

This time it will not be held

Out of my reach as I scream

And cry

The blindness will see me

My sickness will die as the fuel runs out.





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