I am a premature drop of rain,

Helplessly dense.

I cower in cracks,

Evaporate at the touch of humanity’s heat.

I want to be an ocean!

I wish to cascade gay pleasure seekers

Drag them into my centre.

Yet,

I am mocked by flies,

Endless buzzing.

I am so painfully minute.

An Omega in a realm of Alphas.

I am a spark, burning on a splint,

My presence, simply irresponsible.

I glow and I flicker.

I wish to burn strong and bright.

I wish to embrace those who seek my demise,

Engulf them in a red so exact.

Yet,

I am haunted by echoes,

Carried across mountains.

Voices of a memory stuck in time,

A song of cries stuck on loop.

I am the dirt that gathers beneath your feet,

Trampled on without care.

Left bloodied and bruised by a force more mighty.

I want to impel whole mountains,

I wish to devour the soulless inhabitants in a

Profound void,

An eternal forever,

Yet,

Maggots take refuge,

Their squirming incessant.

A constant reminder that my place on earth

Is carved in stone.