I’m Sorry, Future Me…

A Poem by Kristal Williams

I saw it happen, and I did nothing.

I knew it was wrong, I should have done something.

Powerless and weak, I had no spine.

I knew the results. But the choices were mine.

A simple change. A simple life.

The pressure was real, like being cut with a knife.

A world that provided so much and for free.

Ruined by humans refusing to see.

The food, shelter, and needs were all there.

All the Earth wanted was for humans to care.

I’m sorry that I didn’t change.

I’m sorry that I didn’t learn.

I’m sorry that I didn’t understand.

I’m sorry that I let it burn.

Excuses were given. Excuses galore.

But excuses they were, right down to the core.

I was born into this world.

I didn’t create this mess.

It’s the leadership’s fault.

I can’t consume less.

Into the future, it’s in much worst shape.

But who am I now.

And will I escape?

I’m sorry again for your world where you weep.

I saw it happen, and I stayed asleep.