Walk A Mile In My Blues - An Environmental Issues Homework

You were small back then

And for a second I thought that you were heaven sent

I watch you bloom in numbers, in fingers lesser than ten

Cradle you under a blanket of celestial bodies.

You did not realize how much to me you meant

But you swore that my insides you could mend

I keep myself from bursting to you, kept all the magma in its vent

As you grew with more mouths to feed, feet over my shoulder to burden

I close my eyes to rest, to later know what houses are instead of the wraps of caves and the crafts of your tent

You wanted to explore me, so you learned how to swim, walk, run, and fly from end to end

But I did not ask for your curiousity, I asked for you care,

The minute I turn I was in shades that were not of my own,

Your voices echoing my ears on how I wasn’t fair,

You’re now everywhere, and yet I’m somehow left alone.

It all started from a fire left lit for me to burn high and dry,

All the mess that I have become now, yet you’d still wonder why

My rain drenches day and night, or none at all to leave your sight,

But you did not recognize them as my cry

There were days where I once lulled you through these seashells,

And I swore that that was the day I fell,

Onto a tale that started with a spark that only the sun could ever retell

The comfort of my oceans,

You came out of to pick the stars above

Into the glitz and glamours,

Of electricity powered towers,

Gas heated long showers,

Roofs you crawl in to cower,

Industrial machinery that sprawls like flowers,

All you’ve grown to love.

My emerald hair now short, in spots burnt, my complexion gray,

To you I would honestly have nothing to say,

For you knew what we’ve been through,

And you’re aware of the things you do

You hear the distant wind only to ignore it as a clue,

Only few would try to heal these bruises,

I regret not loving the others as much as you,

For along side me, they can also feel the same cuts too

Walk a mile in my shoes and maybe by then you could feel my blues,

All my pools are dried up, but you sit there staring at my pain within each news,

The lush of my hair pulled,

The fruits that I bear picked,

My barriers drilled, and I slowly melt,

Cursing for you to drown

But you couldn’t hear my screams.

You boast about my beauty as if you’re somehow stuck in dreams

In delusions of the Eden we once knew that is no longer what it seems, Walk a mile in my blues, and perhaps the lack of oxygen when you drown would stop you from acting obtuse.