I Am.... (Disgust)

i am the soldier, crying in his helmet. i am the gas pump, guarded by guns. i am the foreclosed house, weeping and vacant. i am the oil rig, convicted of murder. i am the big truck, parked in disgust. i am the nursing home, with grave like beds. i am the field, unplowed and untended. i am the bowl, filled with empty. i am the boots, left by the door. i am the ache, the want and the need. i am the hand, reaching for your breast. i am the paper, the pen, the letter never written. i am the empty bed, beneath the willow tree. i am the darkness, that comes and devours. the chill of distance, the tears of an angry god!