To Say the Least

PaperFlowerFields

Eyes, once wide and warm
Blue and beautiful...swirling with a...
Lively innocence...
So fleeting....
To say the least.

Now, through cold eyes...
Ice....numb....to everything that goes on
Around them....
Or, at least.....
That's all that dares show...
In these eyes.
No emotion shines
No innocent glow
Nothing left.
Why?

Because, in this world...
Crying....is weakness...
Caring for one another is....
Trivial...and useless now.
For hearts and feelings are played everyday....
As if it's nothing more then a game...
Trivial....all emotion....
To say the least...

Eyes...cold, narrow, slanted....
Watching this world,
Alien...
Not belonging...
But not able to leave.
Hurt...but not showing
Pain...from these creatures called
Humans...really?

I question what they think and I am slandered
For it...why? Supposedly...
Freedom of speech is God...given....
Right? So...what's wrong...?
God given...or...man controlled...?
To say the least... 


Lucky to see a flicker of...
Light pass in these alien eyes.
Not those of humans...because I see things....
Clearly humans miss or
Perhaps....ignore...
No twinkle in these eyes
Which have yet to be blinded by human
Thoughts & intentions...
No light....
Perhaps because Darkness...swallows me...
Or maybe...perhaps holds...me?
Maybe...for when I call
For a friend...someone who cares to hear...
Darkness...only comes
And holds me close....
Light...is fleeting...scared... 
To say the least.

Glass eyes...no...Crystal...
Cold...blue...sharp shards
Inhuman...?
You say they're inhuman...? Perhaps...
What once were warm...are now ice and 
What were wide and innocent...
Are now narrow and serpentine...
And this makes me inhuman?
As if I...myself...
Didn't already know...
I...am a tree... 
To say the least.

A tree? Yes...
Yes, a tree...
Soli-Tree
Alone....just watching
As this world keeps turning
And nothing changes...
But the seasons...
And the dusks become the dawns
Time passes on...
And I will watch...
For all time.
And occasionally write what I see...
In hopes maybe at make you see...
Eventually...
At least, that is my goal...
To say the least.

Inhuman...?
But what is human?
Greed...lies?
Pain...war?
Hate...demise...despise?
Killing...murder?
Torture?
Just because you didn't get what you wanted...?
Human life, clearly...
To other humans...
Is disposable...
But being inhuman...
Is supposedly bad...?
What does being human mean...
To other humans?
They still live off primal instinct...
A reptilian brain
Hidden in a mammalian brain
Shrouded again in a primate brain.
Civilized...?
Murder is civilized?
Tell me...try to convince me, cos I
Just don't understand this at all...
Civilized, I ask you...?
Tell me you're civilized...
Tell me after you look...
Closely...
See what you've done to this
Only planet we have and 
To others of your kind...
To say the least...

Look at the lives you've
Ended...no remorse.
No sorrow for the ones...
Who fight and who...die...
For rights we don't have...
See what pain you humans have caused
To each other...
Pain, hate, lies, greed, torment, theft...
DAILY
And you try to tell me you...
Of all the other animals here....
Are civilized?

Dogs....are more civil.
Dogs don't kill
They protect.
They only kill
When greedy, stupid humans make them
Or when they have no other choice.
Do you dare...call yourself...
Civil?
Dogs are more loyal
Then any human.
Animals...
Those things you humans think yourself
Superior to...
They care more about each other

And more about you...then any human 

Ever will about another
Sad to say....
But humans hurt them too...
How does that...
Being more loyal
More caring
More loving
Less hating
Make them less then cold
Heartless
Humans?
Semi-civilized...maybe...
Lower ranked then animals...
Well, that's saying the least.

Have you truly evolved...?
Really? You say you have...
How...and why?
Cos you can paint?
Write stories and poems...?
Do calculus?
Hunt? Make music?
Create computers? Go to outer space?
Leave this place...but it stays the same....
Probe Mars? Say you're gonna live there?
Think it'll be different...?
Listen to stars...
But not each other?
I can't blame them, though 
I don't like listening to vain...
Ignorant...greedy creatures either...
What they don't seem to know yet....
But the few trees like me do....
The so-called evolution
They have attained and flaunt so....
Will cause their end...
Mark my words....
The evolution...
Every technological step up
Is an evolutionary step down
Through my eyes, at least.

The future is narrowing
And humans are to blame.
Technology advances
Brain function leaves them
We loose another piece of our future...
Just another days work to them...

Just smart enough to run the machenes yet...

just dumb enough not too question anything....

At least...through my eyes...

If war starts tomorrow
Humans are to blame...
Greedy for more
They what they can attain.
Never happy
With what they have...
THAT is human kind...
Such an oxymoron...
Human kind...really?
Human cruel would be better.
More realistic...anyways...
To say the least.

The world would end...
The day after it went to war...
At least, for humans it would.
Animals and plants...
Those things they think they are better than...
They will live on...
Better, without the humans
In constant interference.
Humans....they're just a...
Sporadic mutation.
And a failed one, at that.
But maybe that's...
Just what I see...
And my opinion...
Means the least.

Inhuman...yes.
For I...am just...a tree.
Watching the storm and
Barely wavering in it.
Embracing the sun when it comes...
Rather then smothering it...
Human, to me...
Is an insult...
To say the least.

  • Author: PaperFlowerFields (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 5th, 2023 12:14
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 3
  • User favorite of this poem: Bobby O.
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Comments1

  • Bobby O

    That’s some deep upon deep introspective. Shouting out is cathartic and writing clears the brave mind and I’m thinking a good process will start evolve and revolve around bits of hope.y best thoughts. Thanks got the piece.

    • PaperFlowerFields

      I've always used writing and art as a way to clean out my mind. It helps with my depression and anxiety. It might be why much of my poetry tends to lean on the darker side.
      So you can look forward to many more with similar themes if this is what you enjoy 🙂

      • Bobby O

        Dig!



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