Smothered!

I grow old
Weakening with each breath I take
Watching the seeds I sowed,
Sprout new leaves.
Relishing in their strength,
Yet looking at how my roots whither.

I grow old
The wrinkles edge closer to my soul
Each step driving me further into the ground
I so proudly stood on
I am sinking
Unable to stay afloat

I grow old
The dust has all but slipped from my fingers
The days are all but done
I pack all my testaments of my own greatness
And get ready to take that eternal trip
With nothing to look back upon

I grow old
I am nothing
I was no body
I will become nothing
But you must shine
You must avenge my obliteration

As I Sit Here

Dedicated to Omran from Aleppo

As I sit here
In my orange seat
I look at you
You look back at me
I see two eyes, curious, but uncaring
You see my forehead grimy and bloodied.

There isn't much you can do for me
I am, after all, beyond your reach
You look at your children
Still warm in their beds
You are grateful to the God
That did this to me

I will sit right here and wait
Wiping my wounds with my tiny hands
Crawl out of the rubble that heaps over my head
As you barrel bomb and fill me with lead
You will forget
Like you did Alyan

So as I sit here
I think to myself
what it would take for you to cry
For my mother, father, my brothers, sisters
Not until yours will also
fall like flies