mother earth poem

gone are the days of purpose and prestige

as i surround myself in the states of limbo

i cry tears as if they are gold

for they are the most valuable thing i can offer

i water her with my coins

hoping that she will love me back in return

hoping she will caress me in her arms

only to bury me in the soil

where no one will find me again

because as the skies become rosier

and my heart become stone

i forego my own security

to be back with mother earth