Anthropocene Lover Poem by immanuel santos

altruistic truth began,
it hurts deep like an ocean,
unfair but this makes you
sicker like nothing more than.

an epoch that kills you decades,
so how will the burden subsides?
if it is already burnt and turned
to ashes very soft and fine.

the clouds cover your colours
and fades the rainbows, for only
a matter of pride and glamours,
you stood up and say yes to a guy.

you dance the ballet in the sand
curbed the sands and put a hole
from your pointed toes, then grab
a chance to dance again with someone.

your role plays two in one,
that you thought many dots
will rumbles from you when
you fell dancing and missing.

rile yourself not the moon
or even the stars, you have fooled
the sun because you're wicked
impulsive loser to shine.

immature to heal,
coercive early to tell,
wishing you lovely tale,
but unfortunately it's like hell.