for I lived long

Poem

Photo by Tarikul Raana on Unsplash (edited)

For I lived long 
though not so long to be old, but enough 
for day cycles to be abusing drugs
and see other’s superpowers get neutralised
by voices they seeded 
to grow inhumane Bur Oaks in soil
where “humane” loses meaning
and their roots pressurised 
and traumatised
until they affect the old men in my head
then I get called moonstruck
labelled a lunatic
in the eyes of dumb humans who
don’t realise outcomes can’t alter beginnings
for me to be what they deem

People lived longer than me
and got down 
and up “the fall” from society
but the little ones shall be proud of being dead longer
and wishing, if they do, to stay that way
cause this suffering and anguish
could be avoided

I live long
with a vision of the big other
looking at me sitting in the middle
of a red-tinted empty land
maybe I had folded my arms
to make the wait warm.

Buy me a pen