I started thinking
about that muddy pond
in the back of my house,
And I remembered
the cobwebs,
the creepies,
and the crawlies,
who dwell in that abode.
It felt so unusual,
little creatures,
having such wonderful immunity,
While humans like us,
the most superior of them all,
Couldn't survive
an invisible force.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
PoetryA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
