Worms

The nausea of failure

Rips a hole in my entrails

Spilling the emotions of

Loneliness and insecurity

Upon the concrete

Where I found a desiccated

Worm

Its only offense

To look for the

Life giving

Water

Ironic how alike

We are to the worm

Constantly searching for

The life sustaining

Love

To buoy our souls

Being passed over time and

Again

Watching with a blinded eye

Wondering

Is it now yet

Our bodies

Slowly give up on our

Souls

To finally rest

In the earth of

Silence

Where the worms

Find their

Life

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