i wonder if this makes sense to anyone but me

i remember
Watching the grass sway and grow,
i looked wide eyed to the sky
as if there i could find any answer
to any question i wanted to know
so wide and vast
it reminded me i was free
to think and be
the answers were endless
they still are but now i'm too
accustomed to assumptions
in this white mans world
green means go.
i want to sink my feet,
bare and beaten
into our bleeding earth
i want to become united with
the only mother i know.
The ants are marching by my head
and i sayy hello beause the buzzing of busy
bugs makes me feel a little less alone
and there is something so stunning
when i look to the stars for guidance
like the men that came before us
exploring life to it's fullest.
it leads me to believe there is more written in the stars
than what they 're saying to me
because all i can read
is a lonesome poem
and never in my life
have i felt more alone
than when i try to let someone in.
and i am atlas
and the world is crushing me
a self destructive addiction-
this never ending empathy
for all of the life that this planet harbors
i feel this piercing sensation in my gut
like guilt for the wars our human family
has waged
on the sun and the moon
undermining the greatest plan ever known
something bigger than man.
and who's to say what will replace us
after our greatest folly
we will fall like every great empire does
like every era must meet it's end
and noone gets what they deserve
and some of us will never learn
to find contentment in this awkward
way we shuffle through each rotation
of this heavenly body
but there is beauty in a broken rhythm
and so i will try not to be so ashamed
of my self and my privilege

 

I think most people could understand the feelings conveyed in this poem, they are universal human feelings. I really liked: "i want to sink my feet, bare and beaten into our bleeding earth, i want to become united with the only mother i know." You should definitly keep writing because that poem was very powerful.

 

great...really great.

 

"and some of us will never learn to find contentment in this awkward way we shuffle through each rotation of this heavenly body but there is beauty in a broken rythm and so i will try not to be so ashamed of my self and my privilege"

Incredibly said...powerfully put.