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Digging To Die
March 26, 2022
We keep destroying Mother
Nature, as if we no longer need
her care; and thus don’t care
for her. We hope Father Time
will make things right, make
It so we have done nothing
but be Ourselves; but the
truth is, he’s counting down.
We don’t have much time
left. Who then will apologize
to mother? Face father? Save
us from Ourselves? Surely,
there is someone, perhaps
a friend. No. Our cruel, spoiled
behavior has left us alone.
No one can save us, we
don’t even try to save ourselves.
Too late we realize, while digging
for gold We dug our own grave.
© Anne L., Philadelphia, PA
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All I can remember about writing this was the overwhelming feeling of dread and despair that seemed to finally crash down on me. I wrote this at the peak of quarantine when it seemed like all these bad things were happening, most it seemed to have always existed but I was just blind to it when I was younger so finally connecting the dots hurt. Then we watched a documentary in one of my classes about global warming and/or pollution - something like that - and so that was where this came from.