.It.

It stands there.

No movement.
In the light it shines.
In the dark,
It comes alive.
Only to tell and inform you,
About anything and everything.  

It whispers a whisper,
So soft you can barley hear it.
It is evil.
It is a sin.
It is vain.
You don’t know what to say.

There are no words to portray it.
Your eyes can barley bare it.
It is the unknown.
Unheard of,
No one dares to say,
They saw it.

What is monster.
What is human.
What is you,
What is me.
What do you think it can be?

That’s a trick question.
It can be anything.
It can be you.
It can be me.
It can be he,
It can be she.

It stands there.