tears for the barren

 
inside of this dimension I am nothing
barren of soul wandering
I am neither sheep nor wolf
I keen in silence yet it's felt by the universes
who quietly watch waiting on our epiphanies
waiting to see what we will choose
 
today I feel it uncaring not to intervene
perhaps my soul too young to understand, though I am an old soul
disrupting the natural order of things is against nature
who cruelly sometime raises it's hand against the weak
 
I show compassion where I can
wondering where true compassion lies?
today I'm thinking about a baby pig who was the runt
upon it's birth it's mother was rooting dirt onto its still living form
there was something wrong with it I didn't see
it didn't survive though I cared for it with love
the same happened when I tried to nurse an abandoned kitten
the mother had transported all the other kittens elsewhere
leaving this one to die, I fed it kitty formula and willed it to survive
I remember when its bright eyes faded I cried and asked why?
 
I wonder after humanity in the grander scheme of things
 
does the universe see us as fit to survive?
 
was technology a test for mankind?  
 
or a weapon handed to an already suicidal world?