Altitudes of rocky mountains
plunged on my shoulders,
tearing up my muscles,
rupturing my vessels,
slowly drawing my soul out.
That’s what the world’s burdens feel like.
What about the world?
Carrying all those creatures and their filth.
Tolerating being stepped on, shitted on.
Enduring with the pollution, be it chemical or mental.
Accepting all the change that has happened to it’s ground and sky.
Living all alone,
playing the bad guy
and taking the blame
of not just one being, me,
but also the seven billion beings still breathing,
and don’t forget the billions of people who lived before our time.
Witnessing the history built by the creatures
who blame it for their incompetence.
I wonder what kind of weight it carries.
I wonder. I wonder if I wonder is spelt correctly or not.