Bugging Annoyances

a poem by Jayati

Had a strange dream
Wriggle worms enter, my closet
Through tea on line
Earth net
Pleading one
Via post
Bare lines
In the sky Jets fly.
Bomb rain
Insect
Low and high
What an ugly scene!
Means little things are bugging
The place with little annoyances is.
Get energy up for better perspectives please!