Pollution

The ground feels dead at my feet
I walk slowly cause there is no point in running
It will catch up no matter what
It follows and kills everything in its path
We have made this our death
We have made this our punishment
Because once, we thought we could be better
That we could establish dominance and control over all things
But we are not gods
We are weak breathing sacks of composed muscle and bone

The ground used to feel alive at my feet
Like it breathed just like me
And it did, it breathed
And every plant and living thing was a product of its warm breath

When did the ground start pacing it's breaths?
When did it start to breathe so slowly?
When did it run out of air?

There are no more plants, no more living things

The earth feels dead at my feet
I walk slowly cause there is no point in running
It will catch up no matter what
It follows and kills everything in its path
Including us
We have made this our death
We have made this our punishment
We have killed the earth
Gave it a heart attack

Pollution