~ CRICKET ~
Visions of my past why are they following me?
Leave me the h3!! Alone,
Let me be, earth is my home.
I am not willing to fly free allowing my deception to roam free.
A passion I no longer see.
I find myself lying on this grass all alone.
Tears caused by my saddened past.
How can I hear the ocean waves, when I see only trees surround me?
A life I cry why me?
I have no guide to show me how.
I have been all alone before age of one.
I have nothing to call my own.
What is that chirping sound?
Allowing me to live knowing my mother, did not care.
An embryo in her womb, safe in your care.
My mother's destruction pulled me out of a life that was not for me.
Where is my guide?
Crickets chirping soundly, how is that supposed to comfort me?
Do you not care for me? Why do you send the smallest insect to laugh at me?
Every time I fall to the ground, a chirping is the only sound.
I'm not ready to be rescued, I have not found my final stop.
Why is this insane insect in front of me?
Is that an annoying sound just for me?
What a silly way to show me who and what you can be!
Thinking of you in the biggest form.
An insect I can hardly see.
Why did it not come to me, on wings?
Do you mock all those times I fell on to the ground?
It was not the ocean waves I heard.
It was always the sounds of millions crickets around me.
Showing me your power can come in any form, shape, and size.
Next time sting your way into my life like a bee.
~~LOL, my worse poem ever~~
~~LOL, what was i thinking~~