Day 125: The Worm

Dipping into my vault. Feeling like crap.

The Worm

I sit
I watch
Worms in a tree
They crawl
They spin
Delicately
It’s time
To change
To grow some wings
The worms
They spin
And then they sleep

A day
A week
A month pass by
They hang
So still
As if they’d died
They shake
They break
Rip at the seams
They crawl
Unfurl
Their lovely wings

And one
By one
They fly away
Only
The Shells
Are left to sway
But one
Still hangs
Unbroken yet
No sign
Of life
Does it project

One worm
Alone
Will not break out
It seems
That life
Forgot about
The worm
Whose strength
Was just too worn
And failed
To change
And to transform

He’s trapped
Inside
Of his cocoon
Where he
Struggles
To leave his tomb
Alas
His plan
Is all in vain
For he’s
The worm
That could not change

He missed
His chance
He was too late
And from
His past
Could not escape
Could not
Break free
To e’er return
Because
Of this
He’ll die a worm

Summer
Has come
And now will leave
Still the
Cocoon
Hangs in the tree
A dire
Warning
In stark contrast
When men
Can not
Escape their past