I am.

I am poured out like water

I am made of decaying flesh

I am broken and beaten down by my own hands

I am building stairs to nothing

I am an accessory of sin and guilt

I am approaching a waterfall

I am the destruction of Jerusalem

I am heaven sent, but forgotten above all else

I am not poetic anymore

I am not satisfied with this

I am alone and amiss

I am misdirected and forsaken

I am where I never wanted to be again