Enough of us
We have been here for too long a time
Growing fat and disregarding our crime
We ignored our eviction notice
Time has changed us, we have grown hopeless

Our marks on the world have turned into scars
So polluted, we can not see the stars
With waters of black and islands of waste
We brake things simply to get them replaced

Our earth will grow tired of our naivety
Listless in a way so unsavoury
Our landlord will defenestrate us
Too negligent, it’s too late to discuss

We must pack our bags, the reason is clear,
As our Earth has had enough of us here

It does bother me greatly
That my plights might be,
Well,
Shunned, misunderstood, ignored,
Or that my words are inert,
They will not, can not, touch the reader.

I am inherently scared my poetry only means to me,
And yet, I find some tiny shard
In all of my worry,
That says it wouldn't matter anyway,
It's okay to only write for me.

It's a sad thing
To be around so many people
And still not feel
As if any of them care for you

It's a sad thing
To see them laugh and love
And still not have
Enough love and laughter

Left for you