the comfortable way,
what is more terrifying?)
autumn day, the warm sun glistens,
door stands slightly ajar.
fly buzzes the aspen center piece
turns to leave the cubicle
return to the warmth of the light.
through the window's glass
stops, to bounce back, then,
back storming the crystal obstacle
shatter it to air once again.
need you batter yourself so
the relentless pounding against this wall,
to forget what remains outside
not to forget so much?
is warm and secure within these walls.
is the cold that will kill you,
the spiders and birds will rob you.
not remain with us, silently sitting,
the plethoric world?
is more terrifying than death itself?
fight ceases against the pane.
quiet reality of being too tired
within compounded eyes.
that is left of is non-adaptive struggle,
longer pointed to escape.
fly situates against the glass,
longer buzzing, even softly,
of these colorful, warm surroundings,
accepting not the comfort,
that he's trapped to die
Upon the window's pane.
~~~ by Michael Chaussee