“Cogito ergo sum”- René Descartes

I am the dirt

-i was the life

Beneath your feet

-in a child's eyes

I am the life

-i was the smell

That you mistreat

-of freshly baked pies

I am the fire

-i was the ice

That destroys your homes

-on a hot summers day

I am the marrow

-i was the flowers

That seeps from your bones

-that grew in may

I am your demons

-i was the rain

That try to break free

-that watered your garden

I am the husband

-i was the man

That is lost at sea

-who gave you a pardon

I am the memories

-i was the wind

That you no longer remember

-that flowed through your hair

I am the nightmares

-i was the love

Where your love gets dismembered

-that you met in the square

I am your childhood

-i was the heavens

Monster, alive

-that the greeks admired

I am the darkness

-i was the scent

Where suicide thrives

-that your child perspired

*another 'paintingskies' poem*