Busy bee
Do you hear the ferocious sun?
You must.
I wake up and
I already sprint and run.
Did you sneak a peek, bee?
If you haven’t,
The birds won’t sing.
I lie and i lie, for your sake-
The cottage is stunted,
Is hidden from death-
He banged my door, yesterday bee
He blew my candles with all his force-
And i looked at his veins
They didn’t flinch,
They were and bags and heaps
Of blood, cold
I was scared, little bee
The police didn’t take a note-
I told them he was right there
By the creepers and the vines
They didn’t know, didn’t see-
I fell back to sleep
Morning, my little bee
Are you cold?
Go outside bee
I mustn’t give you up
-sarah
(P.s. does this poem even make sense. I don’t know. I just noticed someone literally wrote a bee poem.. i wrote this a while back tho. It’s wonderful how we find inspiration in little things..) 🙂
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