Anxieties [Poem]
Photo by Jeff James on Unsplash In the next 18 years or so... Will a kid blame me for having them out of my own selfish desires? Or will I die alone in my bed and still wonder why? Will my parents live long enough to see me succeed? Or will I become an orphan begging for love in the streets? Will global warming finally be the end of everything? When mother nature claims what is rightfully hers, will the world begin to heal? Will my dreams take shape, will they assume form in some way? Will they see the light of day when I take them with me in my grave? Will society collapse, will a war happen soon? Will conspiracy theories carry weight, like the first man on the moon? Will my faith save me when my time on earth is done? When I reach the pearly gates, will there even be someone? Will there be hell or heaven on the other side of this? Will we be judged in the end or be given a chance to re-exist? Is everything a simulation, are aliens even real? When Earth is gone...