Living...

This poem is about earth's inevitable death coming closer and closer as you are reading this

Air suffocates me 

without knowing

its invisibility crushes my lungs 

day by day

we all don't notice it

Our oceans filled with useless garbage

our waste

The green that we once preserved and felt through

our toes as children

disappeared completely

I wish I could see a sky full of mysteries 

I can't even locate a body of water that hasn't been infected by 

humans

there is only our destruction

What have we done to the place we call home?

The same place that provided all of its resources to us

and what does it get in return?

our carelessness

our " save the environment " campaigns

going at this rate

there won't be a future 

for any of us

because the earth is dying

and it is our faults

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[CLR9]

I flushed a cockroach down the toilet. I felt pretty good about that.

Maybe crappy poems are the problem for the world problems