The sun sets over the ocean.
The wind blows through my hair.
Voices float on the breeze.
I wonder, sometimes
What the world
Could've been like
If human's had not
Destroyed it.
I wonder about
The potential it had
To blossom and bloom
Into something breathtaking.
But alas,
I shall never know.
For humans exist.
And we as a
Species
Have robbed this world
Of its potential.
Now I only hope
That we might
Find a way
To remedy out mistakes.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
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