Feather

I don't want to live

Nor do I want to die

I just want to float away

To escape from this warfare

I want to be one with the sun

Away from Earth

Where the grass is green on the surface

But underneath lies flesh-eating maggots

Dragging my moving corpse to the dirt with them

Venus doesn't provide the love it claims it has

Yet I crave it like a drug

Yet I lie to my naked flesh that I'll find it one day

But I can't find my glasses

I look to the stars, bright and big as the future

Yet impossibly far away

The Lord has done no harm

But I still feel it so often

I ask to go away, to reach the stars

Yet I jump and fall short

Because I'm too poor

And I'm too weak

To consider myself human

 

Take me to the stars, oh Lord

Take me to the stars

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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