I remember seeing bees and ants
dead between inner and outer window
panes as a child, their little forms
pitifully curled in death, wondering
how could they have become trapped
between those two clear walls beyond
their understanding, and as an adult
I think of humanity, trapped among
the walls it has built for itself, but
capable of just opening the window
and flying to the wide open spaces
beyond our self-imposed limitations.
26.09.2024
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse Verse Poetry Poems Poem
Ei kommentteja:
Lähetä kommentti