Raped of essence, Gaya thinks:
life is an affliction!
homo sapien sedition,
greenhouse emission,
they ruin my flawless skin…
Take me back to Eden's wake,
time of the primordial soup
when all was new
and only felt was heaven's embrace
cradled by sun and moon's light
Skies filled with faraway stars once vivid
now blanketed by industry’s breath
the heavens polluted by technology
nothing is left undefiled
like a dog with fleas, I am sets unease
Overpopulating, they
consuming all in their wake
their parasitic resilience
unsusceptible to my defenses
all failed attempts to quash them
weaponizing my tears
my quaking body and seething pants
yet the malady unable to shake
beset, but corrected I stand
… man, not life is my only affliction
Worn, abused and tired am I
Awaiting what're be my end
by tormenters within
'else by heaven's kind hand
leading me back to Eden's wake
Inspired by the dVerse prompt: Metamorphosis of Sorts
Festival King 