Everybody's Filth

Darkness, as cold and black as a lizard’s tongue
snatching flies from the air.
It washes over my body like a bath of ice cold water
in an old, rusted tub.
the Darkness of fear, loneliness, and insecurity,
the third is the midnight of the three.
casting its cold, wet spray on every aspect
of my days, and especially my nights.
The night is when it catches me

I am a stone
to some, I have the green moss of kindness.
to others, I have the cracks and crevices of wisdom.
to others still, I am simply a stone,
one that can be held onto, or tossed away to be swallowed
by the tide of life.

I am not a stone.
I am an empty shell, caked with a hardened crust of dirt and grime,
looking solid, hard.
but, if I am dropped, I may shatter and crumble
into myself.