I am the Earth.
the hot inner core of my heart beats for life
I struggle for breath against the suffocating clouds.
I fight for escape,
but there is none.
I know my life is but a short rotation away from death.
Without air I shall surely turn to stone.
Will this suffocation be my decay?
Will all the future hold for me be a life of dust?
My children know of my defeat.
As this sickness consumes me, it destroys them,
the very people responsible for my apocalypse.
The ultimate betrayal to their mother.
It eats at my flesh,
eroding layer by layer,
an unimaginable agony.
As my tears fall, they melt the ground,
each drop causing more tragedy,
running down my ruby lips,
stained from the bloodshed they have brought upon me.
I lay in this moment
a struggling entity.
The gravity crushing my struggling lungs.
A constant wheezing echoes in my ears,
Yet strong, like a snake’s hiss,
waiting for its moment to strike into silence.
It is me.
filling me to my core.
My once beautiful serenity,
dissipated into a hollow station,
soon to become my final unending.
Life begins again.
Peace will have another chance to reign.
This time, will I be saved?