Yes, I’m closer to the ground–
a change, yes, but hardly so.
I once worked and provided,
now I embody that shape which slaves
and hardly receives—eyes, once feigning
pride, truly display. I have become closer
to what I am; this is hardly a change.
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A very philosophical poem but entertaining as well. Those are my favorite. Enjoyed reading this one.
Thank you.
My turn to be lost: Not being au fait with Kafka, I need a bit of help.
Did you scramble numbers and retire? Display the pride now?Yet another puzzle: I’m looking for words ending in -o[u]r.
This is based off “The Metamorphosis” where the main character wakes up to find that he has become a giant bug. I think one of the things about the story was that the bug-form represented what the main character was, or at least felt about himself and I wanted to write a poem reflecting this idea.