So much to mend,
It bewilders me.
How did such an unsuspecting creature
Bring about such damage?
So quiet, so serene,
It crept into my darkest corner,
Leaving no evidence
Except tons of tiny holes.
My most treasured sentiments
Ruined,
Which holds my disdain
Against this creature.
His work, however natural
Must be put to an end,
I can stand no more holes
Else I have nothing to shield
Myself from the world.
I put my cigarette out,
Burning this careless insect
Relinquishing him from
My closet,
Putting an end to this madness.
I close the door triumphant,
Yet melancholic,
For his damage
Brought light to possibility,
An endless array of new color to
The droll garments.
All stopped with a simple
Ash of light.
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