When will the world finally end?
When the moths no more will crave light?
When mosquitoes have to grip without their bite?
Or when aphids can no longer fly?
You'll find the answer to be no
Their lives are a tad broken sure
But they're still alive, am I right?
They've lost their light
They've lost their bite
But the Earth is still spinning
That meteor still drifting
They just need to move along, that's all
Take these losses
Turn them into something they're not
Coat them in sugar, through the middle make a cut
Congratulations, you've made a donut
Context: a poem about being gaslit and manipulated by my pastoral officer who simply wants to offer a quick and simple "fix" rather than actually help me because they can't be bothered and simply don't care.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
