By Sircharlesthepoet
An ant crawls under a crack I had forgotten below my window. The wind blows suspensefully so the curtains wake, bothered they sweep their skirts to get up reassemble their limbs and wrinkles to keep warmth. Sunlight intrudes into my faulty sight how blind could the blind be made? What’s an alert, emergency if the world has been forgotten? or the promises I whispered to myself so no one would intrude with their omen. Another egg for lunch, but less spice so curiosity remains at high fifth black bean boiling a consecutive view, indistinct taste. The world wages threats on itself; a toddler pushes another down the same playground while I stare at this chicken bone I was convinced is steak I was promised to be luxurious. Crawling ant, stomped on the table Before I knew how to properly think. We reference deities, pray to entities While we play God It’s all under control. But the swift wind, menacing, invades through the window
Sircharlesthepoet is a writer traveling and living around the world. Whether through stories or poetry, he usually writes about experiences he has had that struck him as interesting. His poems can be found at sircharlesthepoet.com while on his other website sircharleswrites.medium.com his stories and articles can be read. Contact him at sircharlesthepoet@gmail.com for anything, including business inquiries or to purchase his poetry books.
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