The illusion of our humanity
Immortality isnt a superpower
imagine you could see the miracle of a single blossoming flower
then watch hundreds more wither and fall
that is immortality
watching others live
but forgetting to be alive
till the air goes crisp and the mountains turn to wax
I live within my own glasshouse
in some ways you and I are alike
we kill and murder to cure each other of our mortality
we lose the chance to see the miracle of a single blossoming flower
but see you and I can never be alike
though my existence is my own burden
and i can never fly kites or exist on paper
not even in one of my lives will you find me
pulling out the roots that aid me in my vitality
so next time you pity on your own morality
bring to mind the miracle of a single blossoming flower
because i could never escape my glasshouse
though i pretend i have lived a thousand lives
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The illusion of our humanity
PoetryOur humanity is what we all are made of, it is part of our every atom, the building blocks of human existence, these poems explore the depths of our humanity as individuals, every sensation, grief ,pain,curiosity,opportunity, the stepping stones i...
