Assiah: A Letter From Earth Poem by Zinger Wingz

My name is Assiah
I've been alive for dozens of centuries
And was originally made out of land, water and life's mysteries
But due to industrial modernization
I am now made out of metal, concrete and pollution.
I house everything and everyone but I have no home.
I have no gender, no soul, I remain unknown.
I've become a field for human differences and hate.
I experience no abstracts, I have no mate.
I was vibrant with fauna and flora as my beauty
But my inhabitants have made destroying me their duty.
I'm a mixture of everything that's wrong with your world
All combined and compressed turning me into a disgusting mould.
I watch you drown in your ignorance like you're all not just a collection of sin.
You disregard me like my dust isn't the same dust you arose once from, the dust you now refer to as skin.
By hurting me, you hurt yourselves, we all suffer
And that makes me grow angrier and agitatingly buffer.
I collect all these negative vibes
And everything else that consumes your lives.
One day when I've gathered all your energy, emotions and stupidity,
When you've exploited me of everything, even my hospitality,
Your world will finally reach its threshold
And I shall slowly begin to unfold.
The broken core of my inner flames will explode
And your minds will all be blown
As you're being blasted with the intensity of your reality
While you watch and feel your nerves burn from losing your sanity.
Your eyes will start to bleed when you look up to the skies
And realize that this is the beginning of your demise.
And once you end, I shall be reborn as pure energy in accord
And all peace and silence shall be restored.




By: ZingerWingz (2017)