The Unheard Poem

I what I am,

Though Nature fears me, 

Sanitation avoids me.

The world stands at my mercy.

I live in a Comanche 

When there is a berm era.

The world stands at my mercy.

I get contended, when life seizes, 

though I am not emotional,

The world stands at my mercy.

I am endured,

When the scavengers 

Interact with rays of the retort, 

The world stands at my mercy.

I am the balance, 

I am the preserver,

I am fertile, 

While others debase life through their moves.

But think of a world without me.

I am the aura, 

I am the dampness, 

I am the landscape and 

I ensure the matter is overseen on time.

I am perfect while decrypting essence,

but still a failure of mortal yield.

I am everywhere, 

though people mourn in my presence. 

But think of a world without me.

Everyone mauls me, 

for my odor, and my stares.

Some sedate me with

chemicals and temperature.

To study the anatomy of life.

But think of a world without me.

I perform my position.

With the dearth of loveliness, 

tribute, ignorance,

But think of a world without me.

I am born, when life ends, 

by bestowing the birth cycle.

The I in you is rested in peace, 

as I approach you and 

preach your value in the cosmos.

The poem is about decomposition and death.

Many lives, get lost during the excavation process, and the world can't survive without a martyr.

The world oscillates between life and death.

Nature is at its best, in that it forms life and recycles life through death.

Death plays as much value as birth.

Though we fear death they are the uncomfortable truth in realms of gorgeous lies.