A cold chill passes through my veins, despair fills my heart,
no sweater or blanket can warm, it’s tearing me apart.
I consider a call for help, but pride’s a wall that blocks will,
perhaps my fear is groundless, I’d rather hold very still.
My eyes fixate on my enemy, it crawls slowly up my arm,
I see it’s disgusting grin, as it prepares to do me harm.
The end is imminent, as I feel it’s teeth pierce my skin,
no time to write a letter, or phone any of my close kin.
Good-bye to a life, filled with fear, pain, and remorse,
I feel my heart slowing, death will run it’s course.
My body begins to shake, dizziness overtakes me,
memories flash in my mind, my eyes struggle to see.
I awake to find my wife, kneeling beside me on the floor,
she laughs hysterically, what is she doing that for?
her arms raised skyward, as she begins to chant,
“My silly, silly, silly silly, husband, it ’twas just an ant.