New poetry
Racoon
By: Pallomina
I am nothing but a racoon, desperate for a taste
I am needy, insatiable, an optivore, you could say. Someone who would come back to that horrid place to scrounge for scraps that for some reason is enough for me to keep going, without haste..
I give people feelings of annoyance and anger because of how I nosy I can and will be, like how I trash and litter your garden, the place where you find your peace
But as much as I am a nuisance, I know I'm not that futile! I feed on pests, carcasses, and viruses that can render your body immobile
And it makes me conflicted, knowing how most people feel about me. Oh, how it makes me want to hurl, curl into a ball and cry to myself 'till my breathing will cease..
Could you spare me, please, the torture knowing that most of you will leave nothing but a side eye towards the neglect that I'm going through? I just want to be safe, in a shelter where I can spend, may it just be a few hours, in solitude..
