I Am Alive Poem by Hanley Sarvesh

I was born Millions of years ago
When I was young, Many admired my beauty
Many tried to conquer me, Many ruled me.
No one was born as beautiful as me.

I had my glory days, I shall have my doom
Just like any other who is born
I was respected and worshiped once
I am a mother who once was loved.

My days of being beautiful is over,
whom I loved and called them as children
exploited me for their own benefits
They took all that I had.

My children forgot that I am Alive
I feel, I breath, I express
I am sad, what I have its been depleted
I am burdened with pain, from which I cannot recover

I have grown weak, I am dying
I have nothing much to offer other than catastrophes
I am sorry that my children will have to suffer
my days are numbered, so are the days of who are in me.