My name is nature.
They say am beautiful
Aesthetic
But they don't know my situation
The clock strikes.
Time is not on my side
There is an immense gap
Between fantasy and facts
Reality is not light.
And fantasy is not dark
Am walking in this thin slice
Of this sword that will cut with a mighty bite
Once I slip and fall with no one at my sight
To catch me at all
Sometimes you care
But others don't..
My eyes beg as they hurt me and makes me suffer more and start yelling
But here I am almost to the ending
To fulfill their dreams they kill me ,my inhabitants in the name of poaching, deforestation
They laugh when they knowo I am soon dying.
No they are not sleeping
They are not dreaming
To finish me they are coming
They kill but not remorsing
The better part of me they already destroyed
By me others are employed
But will they help?
Deforestation has made me barren
I got a forehead am no longer beautiful and in the market
Will they still be attracted to me?
Will you be attracted to me?
Will the tourists be happy to see me?
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PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL
PoetryEver thought about poetry Poetry that digs deep into your heart? These are my poems.zero plagiarism They are all fictional No real character involved No vulgar words It's gender sensitive Love prevails But heartbreak hurts Sad poetry #barakadepoet
