The poem is written in a stream-of-consciousness style. It revolves around the peculiarity of existence and the exhaustion life brings us. 

 

 

i am a fallen angel, walking on earth’s ground.

i am power, not caring, dancing, drinking cheap white wine, black olives, fresh figs, crimson red, and emerald green.

 

i am living

                 but

                          i

                             am

                                      divided

 

for i am a demon, trapped in an inferno of madness,

i am exhaustion, pains, black-coffee-gone-cold, destruction, dark circles under the eyes, and cerulean days.

 

                            i am existing.

 

                                                                                                               (barely)