I cry for the moon, when the clouds suffocate her
I cry for the sun, when she fails to ignite a fire
I cry for the stars, when they continue to shine for us even when they’re dead
I cry for oxygen, when she’s taken for granted
I cry for earth, when they said she’s gonna die soon
I cry for love, when she’s exhausted in trying to save the world from doom,
thinking she’s the only cure!
I weep. I wail.
I see myself decayed
with the unborn, unheard, and unspoken
Chipped. Flaked. Covered with blight.
And so I weep, I wail and wail
for all those who have to carry and lose a light
even for the dead rat on the trail
Now I’m doused as a sponge
Plunging. Spilling. (Fucking) soaking.
This heart always gets me in trouble
Stay away, for I burst as a massive bubble
This piece is raw, unrevised, and unedited.
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