Demon bug,
You crawl along the wall
Visible from my eye's corner,
Every move suspicious.
Demon bug,
You leave scorch marks
On the still-wet wall
Repainted after your last visit.
Demon bug,
You flutter round the light,
Setting frightening shadows
To dance along my confines.
Demon bug,
You sit atop the flame
Not singeing as a bug should
By which I am not surprised.
Demon bug,
If you cannot give me blessed rest,
Would you be kind enough
To grant me peace to write?
I hate bugs too. Awesome poem by the way. I love your reasoning for the poems you write. "My hand was numb" "There was a bug" Your soooo creative!!!!!
ReplyDeletethank you! and it was a VERY annoying bug! I woke up everyone in the house trying to squash it!
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