poetry

mosquito

Sometimes I feel like a mosquito
Small
Insignificant
And a little annoying.
I suck the blood from the ones I love and leave them weak from the war it took for them to push me away.
I take from people and leave them with the disease that I have been plagued with for so long. Their thoughts become dark and they no longer see the colour that has littered the earth.

If i wanted to i could hop on a bus and see the world with no recollection of how i got where i was going, or where I was going. As i travel i suck the blood from people and plague them with my disease. They follow in my wake, travelling from place to place on busses and in cars and on trains. They plague the earth with the insignificance that I have made them into.

I sometimes feel like if someone just squished me between their fingers it would all be over, and the insignificance I feel would be gone. But my corpse would be in the dirt and the weight on my shoulders would be passed onto the diseased and insignificant, and they would pass it on until everyone were mosquitoes.

But perhaps that would be a better idea. If everyone were insignificant, maybe it wouldn't mean anything anymore. I quite like that idea.