My heart and mind are of pollen
Thirsty bees swarm and confront
They know I have fallen
I surrender and leave them to hunt
They infiltrate and nest
I wish they weren’t so loud
They seem to hate me at my best
And despise when I’m proud
For every thought I have, they think deeper
They promise to help, giving critiques and cautions
They never sleep, so sometimes I don’t either
Even when I do, the buzzing hardly softens
I wake to bees, not to birds
Their buzzing is booming
Using the most harmful of words
All day long, world consuming
