Oh Mercurial Me Poem by Erin Dawn Deneys

Oh mercurial me...
A tree I am not, for;
Like bark I peel,
Like leaves I fall,
Like roots I twist, tangle and manipulate the soul.
I can not shade you when I am the axe.
I can not give you air when I am the match.
I can not save you when I am the flood.
Stay under my tree in rotten mud.

Oh mercurial me...
A house I am not, for;
Like walls I crumble,
Like floors I cave,
Like glass i shatter and cut the deepest grave.
I can not shelter you when I am the storm.
I can not give you a floor when I am the thorn.
I can not give you windows when I am the cage.
Stay in my house in a darkened daze.

Oh mercurial me...
A body I am not, for;
Like bones I break,
Like skin I blister,
Like blood I can poison and kill in slow cancerous waves.
I can not warm you when I am the cold.
I can not protect you when I am the hurt.
I can not hold you when I am the disease.
Stay near me and forget to breathe.

Oh mercurial me...
Like a breeze I bring the plague.
Like a gun I bring the war.
Like a bee I bring the hive.
But I always end up at your door.