Dirt.
That's all I am.
Mixed sediments of attempts
To help, comfort, smile, live...
New sediment stacks on top,
Pressure threatening to cave in my ribs.
New stages of life,
More and more particles,
Each so small,
Combining to crush the joy away.
I watch their faces,
Mocking me as I die,
But there is a secret only I hope in:
That someday,
From all this pounding,
I could form into a diamond
With beautiful angles of refraction,
Dazzling in the center stage.
They tell me it's false -
Everything I believe in,
As shovels-full of more filth pile on top.
They don't know.
Sorry, cold, pathetic ignorance,
How can they demand my silence?
I'm beyond fining the surface again,
Those jeers taking away desire,
But someday a real human will find me,
A shiny sparkle on a cave wall,
And we will be together
In the ever-warmth of light.