Well, it’s done now;
Carrying all the burdens
Of the world on lean shoulders
Has finally bent my back
The weight of anxious thoughts
Presses against my chest
A weakened heart throbs
Tries to pick up lost beats
As cold perspiration beads
Glisten on a furrowed forehead
It seems I have played my part
Of being born a human
Destined to bear witness
To a dead Earth, a decaying mess!
Blue Pen Strokes 