Killing a bug


It wasn't my first time.

As the overpowering currents swept it away
it didn't even have a chance to survive,
no matter how strong the grip, how strong the will.

As the forces swirled, sucking it in
I watched,
waiting.

It happened before me
in an instant, when I was still unaware,
until the moment right before the faucet was turned off
and what remained
was the stillness.
The currents gone
and life with it.

Then, all of a sudden, it strikes me:

"Why?"

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem