Who are you….
You are a statue in a museum behind the glass
frame creating a smell of metal rushing around.

You are a glowing shadow reflecting on to
wooden floor.

You are a star shooting through the solar system against the illuminating night sky.

You are a collosal wave closing onto the people leaving them in shock horror.

You are a poodle pacing up and down.

You are a flower forgotten at the side of the road.

You are a pen stuck in someone’s pocket.

You are a forgotten star in the illuminating night sky.

You are a cracked mirror like a broken spider web.

You are the end.