I am snapped telephone lines, cut by the storm. Threatened by lightning and the outcome of disobedience.
I am the train pelting through the tunnel at one-hundred-miles-per-hour. No stops for anyone, the passengers learn to wait.
I am darkness in the night sky. Aided by the electronic sky line. Pollution to remind you that the stars are too good for what lurks here.
I am the sound in the wind, longing for you to listen. The silent scream that you convince yourself you 'didn't' hear.
I am the trap that lies in wait. Silent and deadly, tread lightly where you fall. I take prisoners with little mercy. I should tighten as you struggle to be free.
I am the ground that awaits and awakens the flash flood. Waiting for the rains to fall, ready to fulfil my natural purpose. Torrent released by the most innocent act of falling raindrops. I couldn't warn you beforehand, not that I tried.
I am the melting glacier. Falling apart for no apparent reasons, other than the ones staring you in the face. The facade of glitter blinding you to all that is twisted beneath; 'symptoms of soullessness'.
I am the red pen. The one that tells you, you are no good. You've failed. Try harder, though there is no promise of a next time.
I am the shadow that will always follow you. I will stand by whatever happens, bad or good. I have no judgement but also no conscious morality. Watching you will never and always be alone.
I am the nuee ardente. I will glow and shoot up to fine fascination. But I am deadly to all that I touch.
I am lost hope. I am no sun on a dark day.
I am nobody. I am the somebody stranger. The one you feel an unease around as soon as you arrive, but "who's going to believe you?"
I am the voice that keeps you up at night. Storing memories that are better left unsaid, but I load them and point them directly at your head.
I am the burning wreckage atop the mountain, or smashed into a million tiny pieces and sinking deeper, deeper to the bottom of the water. Graves that have no graces. No songs will be sung of honour and remembrance in this place.
I am the trees in the forest, who scare you, but I cannot help it. Misconstrued scarily, beautiful features are what set me apart from the ordinary of my competition. I cure your disease but only so few should bother to look at me twice.
I should choose to do nothing about the nothing that I can do. I cannot lead you astray, nor the right way. Will you forgive me, eternally so?
Waiting, just left here waiting in a silence so cold. Seasons will pass, leaves falling yet I will remain the same. Sat withered underneath. Should you choose to take up your promise and show me to love again, pick them off carefully by hand. One by one, we shall find our way back to before and the now.