Nourished lips and a parched soul
A poem
I didn’t open my hand, as I was holding tight to the remnants of the pearls,
left after the earth had torn itself apart to nourish my body, my soul, my core.
And I kept my eyes tight shut too, as I didn’t want to see the devastation,
I had wrought on everything, to make my food, my bed, my shelter.
I didn’t open my lips even to whisper, let alone shout my disagreement, my discomfort,
when it was all being consumed by our collective greed and hunger for more and more.
I kept my heart insulated in the acid of greed, selfishness, in a jar of me, keeping me first
above everything, everything that I had devoured to feed my ego, my insatiable thirst.
And suddenly like sand, time, and life slipped out of my fist and
I was left, empty handed,
alone on a barren land, on the side of a poisoned river,
looking up at the leafless trees, under the canopy of rainless clouds.
It was eerily silent all around, and with no one to hear, finally,
I whispered
"I’m sorry!"
Thanks for reading my poem. If you enjoyed it, please check my poem on a similar theme, about an Earthen man losing the Earth.
