The apple of the eyes

Arvy

The more grown I am the more myself I find

Tree roots branching out into the soil of the land

Nourished by the benefits left by the dead

Thriving above all creatures below

The lungs of the earth preserved for the life and glow

On a rainy cold day they came to cut her life so short

Sacrificing her precious existence for their own delusional luster just like a cult

Defenseless she surrenders gracefully falling to her demise

She was the apple of the eyes

Her bloodless wounds infecting worldwide

Watching from their tallest tower while sipping wine

On top of a world they have defiled in all parts and left to die

Tell me, are you going to take them down, or am I?

 

© Arvy

March 2022

 

  • Author: Arvy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2022 06:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: This piece can be interpreted into many things, take your pick
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