I Am

I am the grass that grows in the crack,

I am the crick in the workman's back,

I am the air, cold and clear,

I am the passing car you can no longer hear,

I am the puddle, broken and blue,

I am the doorway you carried her through,

I am the eyes that haunt you at night,

I am the shapes at the corner of your sight,

I am the whispers of what could've been,

I am the horror in what you have seen,

I am the child's burst football,

I am the instrument to end it all,

I am the fateful, feared last breath,

I am a soul, begging for death.

E.S.