Emo Poem
A lonely ant drifts off to sea.
On a log and analog,
His life is plain.
A lonely ant ponders.
Why he cannot swim,
When on this sea,
He acts by whim.
A lonely ant is confused.
Because an ant
Was never meant be.
Drifting in a sea.
Looking water at his feet,
Sitting, falling off his seat.
A lonely ant imagines:
There is nothing wrong.
January 16, 2010 at 2:28 pm | Poetry | No comments