Randoms

I feel

This one is not as dark, or darker than any other since this one is based on very real stories:

I feel everything.

I feel the wind rattling my leaves, I feel the soil surrounding my roots, the worms moving underneath, the water hitting my body.

I feel the birds nesting on my branches, the ants inside my trunk, the fungi feeding on my blood. I don't mind, they all belong here, with me, with the forest.

We all belong here, we all feel each other's pain, but they don't.

They used to belong with us, but they decided they were too good for us, that they were much better, so, slowly, they took from us. We let them, they were our brothers, we allowed them to hurt us, they were much stronger, but when they declared a war... we were all doomed.

They don't realize that they need us to survive, that if we die it won't take long for them to follow.

I feel everything, but right now I wish I didn't. I feel the saw killing me, the panic of my fellow animals, of my fellow trees, the pain spreading from my roots to my leaves.

I feel the energy leaving me as the pain increases, and then it stops.

The ground hits me hard, or I hit it, I'm not sure. I don't feel my roots anymore, I don't feel the worms, the ants, I don't feel them, I don't feel what I've been feeling for my five hundred years of life.

Rumors say that the race causing us this pain are smart, but how smart can they be when they're killing their life source? They're ambitious? Yes. Powerful? Definitely. But what is the use of that if they die? If we die?

We've learnt to accept it because there is nothing we can do to stop them.

But they can do something. 

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A cry against humanity, as if there weren't enough already.