My eyes are strained
each footprint leaves me drained
as the inhabitants carry out their stay
I whirl my breath yet still they never sway.
Above me lays a universe
the inhabitants have tried to explore
I myself have craved for the possibility of more
trapped in orbit
unable to claim my right to forfeit.
As they drill a hole
deep within my soul
cutting, scraping
selling, trading
changing my surface
for nothing besides their own purpose
destroying their shelter
if only I had a cure.
Tonight I needed to destress and relax my brain. I drew without an image in mind. I chose to go with shades of purple. To me the image resembled landscape and a giant monster. Therefore I added eyes to the image when finished and turned it into a sort of monster planet. Then I wrote the poem above in reaction to the image.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 