You say we are so important. You say you care like the moon cares for all her stars. Protecting them throughout the night.

However your movements do not flow smoothly with your words. Instead they are like the white rapids trying to pull anything in.

So how can you say you care as you set fire to our roots expecting us to stand still and do nothing. You watch smirking in the background as if nothing wrong is happening.

How is this caring? How is this love? What in your mind makes you believe this is right?

Now we are gone as the sun rises up allowing us to move on from the darkness you tried to imprison us in. The darkness that you can't seem to leave.

Is it the pity I feel for you that makes me want to still help you even after all you've done? or is it the strange clinching feeling of genuine care I have for all?


© BearlyRaquel