Earth's Unbalanced

As I look at you through a window

from high above instead of far below.

I remember what you once were

and my heart cut asunder.

Fire and water are the two elements that have survived us

Earth and breathable air are no longer a plus.

In our fury, we annihilated each other,

and for the leftovers, the few survivors,

all that was left was to set foot elsewhere.

To find a new lair.

I throw one last look at our origin

and try to fill my heart with ambition.

To not do the same,

to not fall in an unending well of shame.