The Id

The signs were there, yet why did I refuse to listen?

I was intimidated, yet attracted,

So I pushed back my conscious and reached for it. 

It hit me like a storm, and left me crouching in the dark corner.

"Now," it lingers in my mind, "see what you've done."

I look and see:

The pain, the suffering,

The children without father, the children without mother.

No sons, no daughters. No trees, no fruits.

"Now," it repeats, "see what you've done."

I crash onto the ground with a whimper

No one will ever hear.