Poezja

You ask me who I am,
I am me, a worm,
“Can be seen by none” worm,
“Yuck! Step on the damn thing” worm,
“Crawling through earthly garbage” worm,
“Trying to wake the goddess of luck from her eternal slumber”
worm,
“Turning, twisting, wriggling my way though the gutter of
the society” worm,
“Escaping from a muddy, sticky hole, only to enter another”
worm,
Looking for a new bright sun on the golden horizon,
The usher of my good hope.