The weight of earth’s gravity
is somewhat stifling,
unused to such forces against movement,
and the oxygen so low
it is all I can do to remain conscious,
taking huge breathes at a time;
and the light is so yellow and bright,
my eyes slowly becoming accustomed,
but squinting I must do,
to maintain some equilibrium.

My pale skin is prone to radiation burns,
as here so much more than home,
and covered I must be to go outside,
disguised, so not to be recognized in fear,
and I do so at risk,
humanity too jumpy to be calm,
and my form a little odd to human eyes,
would surprise any unwanted glances,
yet I go out, to explore,
keep to the darkest alleys and lane ways.

At night, when radiation is low,
the shadows are my home,
and then from chosen vantage points I can observe,
try to understand the complexities
of human thought,
as my home is harmonious,
no crime or selfish deeds exist,
for the spirit rules in knowledge
of thousands of millennia,
competition long ago desists.

Plants and other growing life I can consume,
but the human penchant to eat meat, confuses me,
and their judgement of values so amiss,
why do they exist, what reason for their life
can explain taking others,
and the wars they ignite,
seem to never end, without reason of a plight
worth the trouble and carnage,
I am so disturbed
from what I have observed.

I understand the growth and ascension of souls
to higher plains of thought,
but so few engage higher minds,
and what they call religion so corrupt in kind,
I will never comprehend,
never find reason for this planets sufferance,
having been disrespected, sucked dry carelessly,
and other life more evolved
cast aside, eaten or species vilified,
hunted to extinction.

I am but a humble soul, a traveller,
but this place, for all its natural beauty,
smells of rotting flesh,
putrid with refuse and resources drained,
all for what gain, but the selfish actions of the few,
who control life as if it were meaningless,
and so saddened I am that my leaving
is sooner than later; I have seen enough,
and know I could never remain here,
not for any valid reason.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

2 thoughts on “REPORT- Day 4

  • April 8, 2018 at 2:11 AM

    How confusing and senseless the human race on Earth is to the traveler. I don’t blame him for leaving sooner. I like this piece, Tony, and enjoyed meeting the traveler. Very nicely penned. Well done.

  • April 8, 2018 at 2:36 AM

    Thanks Phyllis, yes I wonder how we are seen outside. I think not very well understood. Cheers!


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