My time here is wasted,
I inherited the Earth from a drunk with a vendetta, blood curdling screams of the saplings as I press my boot heavy in the garden.
I inherited the Earth from people with faces like broken promises. Casting off discretion as I break the pretty sparrow's neck.
I inherited the Earth from a boy who brushed past me as relief and pain washed over my being.
I inherited the Earth.
And when my time has come,
I will pass it down to you.
YOU ARE READING
goddess complex.
Poetrygoddesses are strong and brave and powerful, yet they know pain and suffering. { this is a poetry book of all of my best work in my opinion }