At War With Myself

A poem about struggling with killing pests in the garden.

Oh, beautiful garden! My striking delight

You bring me much wonder. What a pretty sight!

You give me joy and grand happiness

In you, there is beauty and great tenderness

I know all of you from bulbs and seedlings.

When you have needed help, I have offered you healings

You have grown so big in you some find rest

The bees and the birds in you want to nest

However, not all insects come here to find peace

Some bugs are here to destroy and to feast

They eat all your leaves and steal all your vigor

Whenever I see them, my heart turns bitter

I do not want to kill any creature at all

I only want peace and my life to enjoy

But if they force my hand their lives, I will take

I will not let them ruin you; I will fight for your sake.