21 December 2012

Little Bug

Little bug, don't forgive me,
Because I do relate;
You came in from the rain
And here you met your fate.

Where it began in darkness,
It ended in blinding light;
You were better off where you started
In the puddles of the night.

But no, in seeking safety, light,
You crawled on stone and steel,
Out of the corner and into the open
To be crushed by an indifferent heel.

The life fled your heart,
The world ended in pain,
And your carcass was thrown
Back out into the rain.

It was nothing personal,
It was not about you.
You just happened to be
In the way of my shoe.

Or so I am told....

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