So helplessly
The hell they see
A tidal wave
As I jump in
A life will end
Fun will begin
Sink to the bottom
The dusty depth
Where damned souls of bugs are kept
A gentle push; I break for air
Summer breezes caress my hair
Send crickets flying deeper yet
Trapped in water like fish in a net
As I enjoyed my swim I found
A lonely cricket about to drown
On his back he screams and begs
And kicks his little hairy legs
For once I decided not to ignore
Like the ones still rotting on the floor
The water around him suddenly drains
As he’s lifted up by giant hands
Happy he could breathe again
He bounced away to find his friends
The cricket that I had the urge to save
Came crawling back to challenge a wave
It pushed him back from the deadly lake
But the cricket trudged on
It was no mistake
Straight toward the side
And in with a plop
The cricket thrashed around on his back
And slowly died
At night they sing the cricket song
Mourning for the crickets gone
Lost in battle
Lost at sea
Lost in their stupidity
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



Join the Discussion
This article has 13 comments. Post your own!