Continuous

A piece of my mind, a slice of poem.

People are born on this Earth with no choice in the matter. Here you are now.  

A living breathing being along with billions of others who were given no other option but to be born here,

Such an insane population; rising up, going down,

Always unstable, no balance.

I aim to be known, heard, an original artist, an important role.

There is an immense amount of people though.

I am one out of billions of other ones,  

Ones who might also be stating that they are one out of billions at this very second

Of which I do not know because there are endless events going on right here and now that you and I are completely blind to

I can see only through these two eyes of mine, and that is the one and only place of which I get my vision from.

I am unable to see the sights out of the eyes of billions of other people.

I can’t feel the feelings these billions of people are experiencing

I can’t see their reactions of the actions that occur,

People keep being born, people keep dying.

Leaving endless emotion through more people and families of which I was not educated on.

These people who I have no idea exist die constantly, again and again, the feelings of many others ride along with it.

The pain spreads through,

Death all the time, life all the time. Cycling life and death, cycling emotion. It’s emotional. I’m sad.

I’m mad. I feel bad. It continues.

Reviews

[Nocturnal_One]

Really nice piece, I admire your perspective of our world, I almost have a similar perspective of this world that we are stuck in; I didn't ask to be here, I was shackled here.