I Tried To Save a Worm Today
As birds swam in the sky
I tried to save a worm today
Ants were eating it alive
On the corner of Elmwood
I couldn’t help but cry
On the burning gray cement
It wiggled in despair
Birds were singing songs of June
And I couldn’t help but care
I blew my life over its body
To cast the threat aside
I thought that I had power
But we were out of time
Its pain became my pain
As birds swam in the sky
And the world was unaware
That I was by its side
Shadows fell over my face
Like shelter to my eyes
Taken to the only place
Where death I can deny
Under the veil of beauty
That comfort of protection
There’s refuge in oblivion
There’s pain in introspection
This reality that defines us
This natural selection
Why we fight to make it through
A harsh line of succession
Animals eat animals
The weak will be prey
And once they’re consumed
Cold remnants remain
The energy’s gone
The vessel decays
The world carries on
There’s no other way
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Ingrid Hoyos
Former journalist. Freelance writer. Perpetually curious. Painfully creative. Poetry is my outlet.
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Lovely work. I relate so strongly to the sentiments of crying over a sad worm, literally and metaphorically.