A poem? After all this time? Maybe...
Untitled so far.
You are an ant
Standing on a mound of dirt you built
Proclaiming yourself Lord of all creation.
Meanwhile forces so big you can't even begin to comprehend them move on by all around you.
Most don't even know you exist.
One might pause to look down at you, smile, then go on their way.
Another might suddenly stomp on you and your precious mound, flattening both.
WHAM!
Since two years ago another of your kind mistook them for food and bit the toe.
Another might turn your entire world to agony and flame, burning you to ashes with a magnifying glass just for the thrill of it.
Still you stand
Still you proclaim
So small and insignificant.
You are an ant
Standing on a mound of dirt you built
Proclaiming yourself Lord of all creation.
Meanwhile forces so big you can't even begin to comprehend them move on by all around you.
Most don't even know you exist.
One might pause to look down at you, smile, then go on their way.
Another might suddenly stomp on you and your precious mound, flattening both.
WHAM!
Since two years ago another of your kind mistook them for food and bit the toe.
Another might turn your entire world to agony and flame, burning you to ashes with a magnifying glass just for the thrill of it.
Still you stand
Still you proclaim
So small and insignificant.