Expectations of an Ant

by Dominique Simpson

Constantly moving

Constantly working

Constantly constant

All the things you never seem to comprehend

Sucking the sympathy from those willing to give it

Filling up your body with the false comfort of a bottle

To the point where only the claimed comfort is left

Never seeing the inflicted pain you bring

All toward those who are foolish enough to believe in your own redemption

Hope brought on by actions covered just like a mask, never to know it’s true form

Anger boiled over being brought down to cool

Just to see the eyes of something unknown

Something wicked and sadly unfamiliar

Pathways start to form away from the expectations of an Ant

Sympathy morphing down to slight pity, only looking for a way out

Only the question lays left,

What comes next?


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