I Am Dying

    Black waste spreads through my water. My very life force. My water is like their blood. They cannot live when toxin levels in their blood rise, yet they continue to pollute mine. The aquatic life are my blood cells. They are dying along with myself. Choked by the rubbish my children discard. I hear them call to me, "Mother! Save me, Mother. I am dying. I cannot breathe." Alas, I am in no position to save them. My tears do not extinguish the infernos that rage across my flesh, leaving charred earth and blisters that were once houses in it's wake. They take spacecrafts and pierce my cornea with them. The barrier that protects them is broken. My screams of pain are never heard. My pleads of "Please, stop! It hurts! You are killing me!" fall on deaf ears.

    I am a physical entity. I am the sea. I am the land. I am the trees and the plants. I am the animals. I am the humans. I am you. 

    But I am dying.