The life of an earthworm is stressful
Peacefully eating dirt
Childlike innocence
Your home is flooded
You try to escape to the surface to survive
You're met with the terrified looks of your neighbors as they too flee their homes
the sun has come out
You've not experienced this before
But it brings a hopeful light
The sun shrivels you until you are a brown twig attached to the pavement
Unexpectedly.
Hurtful.
You're gone.
Personally i am terrified of earthworms
Not sure why but they have always weirded me out
Like they are they are this horrible being come to hurt me
The worm hasn't done anything
The irrationality of my fear scares me
Irrationality in general scares me
The unknown scares me
Space scares me
Its so big
What is it expanding into?
Why are worms one of my problems when the universe is so big
I'm inconsequential
They're inconsequential
You're inconsequential
So why
Why do we care about that which we cannot control
I cannot control the earthworms
I cannot control the passage of time
I cannot control the expansion of the universe
I cannot control your actions
I can only control mine
So why
do i care
What they think of me
Why do I care what the world sees when they look at me?
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random poetry that i maybe wrote for school but yeah
Poetrya lot of this is written for school but I don't care because I'm an amazing poet ( i have a big ego if you couldn't tell) anyways enjoy yall
