The Spiders and the Ants
My unfiltered thoughts in the park one day
The spiders and the ants
Are both abundant in my living space
And both of them are trying
To let me see the truths
That I’ve been too afraid
To even think to face
No no the spiders and the ants are menaces
They just want to erase
My sense of solubility
My security in this place
No no the spiders and the ants are nothing but good news
They want me to be part of their team
To win and not to lose
To work and not to use
If only I believed that
But what can I even lose
No no no the spiders and the ants
All they wanna do is bite me in the ass
All I wanna do is rid my home of them
Before they infiltrate and overtake my den
Before they rob me of my youth and independent death
They rob of me of my self control my self love and my self
Myself who wants to ride around until the music stops
It stops and then it starts again is what I tell myself
Myself who doesn’t even think about the consequence
The consequence won’t come just yet is what I tell myself
I tell myself it isn’t time so just enjoy the day
The final day before it comes so just enjoy your stay
And stay awhile longer in the golden hammock threads
The ones that take away your pain and take away your sense
And stay awhile longer in the sunset tiki bar
Where no one can arrest your mind or persecute your heart
So stay awhile longer while the spiders and the ants
Are creeping up along the wires and crawling through the cracks
As long as they’re outside my view
My view of the ballroom floor
Then maybe we can enjoy this dance
Before they crawl any more
And maybe we’ll enjoy this dance
But they’ll get to the door
But we’ll still have enjoyed the dance
Won’t that matter anymore
When they start to pour into the room
Like an exoskeleton flood
Like an exoskeleton cry for help
Like an exoskeleton dud
A dud like my life when it ends in this room
Drowned by bugs on the ballroom floor
If the spiders and the ants wanted me to lose
Then they couldn’t have won any more
They couldn’t have lost when they snuck up on me
You can’t blame me
Just look at their size
It’s not fairly
I can barely
Even see them
This whole thing was rigged
From the start I knew it
I knew
Things would end up this way
Broken like a silver mirror
Smashed in the heat of a lie
Smashed like I should’ve done to these spiders and ants
How I wish I could make them die
How I wish I could go back and do it again
And take back what was rightfully mine
Take back what I did to go down on this path
And just hope I don’t take it again
If the spiders and the ants would just give me a chance
Just one more
Then I know I could win
Then I know I could somehow rewrite the truth
Somehow rewrite the person I am
The new person won’t hate the spiders and ants
The new person won’t follow sin
Just please let me pray to the spiders and the ants
Just let the new person exist
I’m begging you here as you swallow me
I’m begging you here as I drown
I’m begging you and you don’t even respond
Even when you’re all around
I guess this is it
This will be how I die
Becoming a living ocean’s food
Insects that don’t respect me
Arachnids that never would
Never would even consider my tears
Or even consider my fear
My fear that controlled me
That led me here
Huh
I guess it led me here
And the spiders and the ants
They just wanted to help
They just didn’t know of my fear
They just didn’t know what I thought of them
What I thought then has no meaning here
Here and now when things have changed
When the spiders and the ants have come out
Their sea doesn’t seem to swallow me
The way I thought I had it all figured out
I thought I knew what they wanted
What they wanted my fate to be
But I’m the one who determines my fate
Who determines my destiny
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Or who I’ve yet to meet
I don’t know what I’m gonna make
Or what I’ve yet to see
But I know I’ll never have to live in fear
Of losing my last dance
Because I have a brand new team
The spiders and the ants
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
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