These two eyes.

Two feet upon a rock
in which these two eyes
cannot see all at once
just a small part of rock
and looking up there is sky
and looking down there is grass.

I see human touch
roads paved in cement
houses leaking heat
feeling claustrophobic
confined here
confined by laws
confined by human touch
confined by human need
confined by human greed.

I feel small
because I am
in the essence of life
I am no more than a speck of it
and I feel trapped on this rock
trapped within this human torment
trapped within decades of guilt
of my mind compressed
zipped and tied.

These human words
these human thoughts
I feel confined by it
trapped within it
within feelings
within feeling failure
which is a human word
that I cannot forget.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina