Too Insignificant

Obscured from the universe,
I’m holding up my fears,
Letting out cries
That no one will hear
 
My tear, just a drop
In the big, boundless sea
Flowing where it takes it
Until it’s unseen
 

Nobody can feel
What I feel deep down
Even the loudest of screams
Don’t seem to make a sound
 

They travel their way
Into the empty air
Till they go unheard,
Landing somewhere
 

Waking each day
Feeling all the same
Was the world this terrifying
Even before I came?
 

Would it even matter
If I faded away
The sun would still shine
To start off yet another day
 

In a cold infinite world
My tiny world is unseen
Where my quivering pain
Is only for me to feel…

 

This poem deals with existential dread- the fear that you are too small and too insignificant in an empty, cold and vast universe to be able to make a difference. And you wonder if you’ll ever be able to make it in the long run and if so, what is the point of trying?

A friend of mine recommended this topic since she was feeling this way, and I thought it was a pretty interesting one to describe! Hope you enjoy it, let me know in the comments.

-SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️