An Autobiography

I am a lone tree, An ancient sentinel rooted deep Whispering songs of the past on the breeze. I am a stick of dynamite, a fuse burning low An explosion of feelings, just waiting to blow. I am a bearer of bad news, Hive mind of demons. Thought they would fade in the rearview, the demons But they still cling to me, pale and askew. I swore I knew myself, But I didn't know the mirror could lie. I wrote a hundred pages but burned them all, I saw them ignite and die. I thought all my problems- they would stay behind As I became a meteor; A streak in the night, A terrifying sight. Clouds rushing to embrace; my body dissolving, Leaving no trace. As you wish, always.