Insane
By Asha G
Published 22 September 2023
The only water they had was the silent tears
That she shed
Enough to make the ground hope for more,
Too little to replenish what was once a
Happy, now distant memory
Compressing heat blanketed the earth
The sun suffocated the water,
Died. Before Birth.
We ask for too much, give back nothing,
What WE have done, have left ourselves
Fuming
Raging
Hoping
Caging
Hurting
Loathing
Hating
But it’s in our head, in our brains, in our veins
Yet we disdain, the anticipation for precipitation,
It has left us insane