A world worth saving…?
Mr. Plankton, the bird, had a seed
A grape, a soursop, a pear
It didn’t matter what kind
He was sure it was a seed,
A thought, a beacon, an idea
On how to save his world
The next day,
He told his bird mom
What his spontaneous thought was
She listened and said,
“Sure kid, did you find my bracelet?”
She supported him
Not
The next day,
He told his bird friends
What his bright beacon was
They laughed and said
“You imagined the silver suns too?”
They believed him
Not
The next day,
He told his bird mentors
What his grand idea was
They smiled and said,
“Good, now scuttle and read”
They applauded him
Not
So Mr. Plankton beat his wings
Away and out of their words that stung
Like scalpel scraped on tender flesh
He flew toward what he didn’t expect
An already toxic winter air
And he was caught amid
A nightmare
His eyes, a tear fest
His tongue, a text twist
His heart, a jumble of clots
And his lungs, a mesh
of 16 million collapsed alveoli
He was a patchwork of broken parts,
Grasping to fix the dying whole
As he clutched and hung for dear life
He thought of how sad
How miserable, how despairing
It is that they rejected
His spontaneous thought
His bright beacon
His grand idea
So carelessly
Mr. Plankton settled his lids
In his mind came one last muse
If the world that he wanted to save
Was all for those who didn’t care
Then maybe, just maybe
It wasn’t worth saving
After al
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Oh Free Fall
PoetryA collection of poems. The topics are entirely random and not in any way happening to me. Well, some maybe but not all. :) Read and I hope you'll like it. >Mirage - June 12, 2011 >Under The Mask - November 7, 2010 >The Actress - September 22, 2011 >...
