The Unselfish Love

A poem I wrote in the spring night that existed before this day. I dont want to tell you what it's about... It's not really about killing bees though...

The people I know and dont like
I have put them in a box
one by one
in my heart
and there they go
buzz off and hit the walls
like the bee trapped in the glass...
It hit's the slick obstacle
and fall down
oh so many times
Moving the tiny legs
while lying on it's back
twitching it's little wings
and pulling itself together

Buzz goodbuy little bee
buzz goodbuy
The winter is over
and so are your life...

A closer look is always needed
in the end
to see it move
before it lies still like thick air
in it's jail...
Life is so precious and fragile...
It slips away
just before the paradise of jam
red and glittery
It's spring
and light is playing in the sticky red gel
Do I feel bad for the bee?
I didn't want to kill
I'm a child and I'm fragile too
but mum is scared
and I want to protect...

Forgive me in so many ways
because I'm only God for a day
In myself I make it all go away
with my own unselfish love
for this place

The bee is silent
and the jam is clean and clear
I know what I love
and have it right here!
Let me be the innocent me
stay away little bee
The world is bigger
than my family
but I dont want to know...
Old Comments:
These comments are taken from the site, where I used to keep my journal, before I moved it here. You can add replies to the entry, or the comments below.
From Angel: i may be crazy and i may be stupid but it makes perfect sense to me life so fragile and so perfect is far too short.

From Kristina: I dont think you are crazy to think that life is fragile and too short, I really agree with you and feel the same way, so if you are crazy, then I am too... Personally I think people that dont think that way, must be the crazy ones.

From Kristina: TO BE CRAZY IS TO BE SANE!