This will be a number

I am the stone, that was left unturned 
I am the emptiness, that you sing at night
I am the fire, that begs you to burn
I am the nothing, that lost your sight

I am the will, that is left unused
I am the pride, that was once proud
I am the lie, that you misused
I am the collision, that is your sound

You are the cold, in this air
And i am wind
You are the doubt, in my mind
And i am insecurity

so i used to write a lot of poetry and whatnot.  Im trying to get better at it.  This is one i concocted a couple of nights ago.  It was just off the top of the dome.  So it still needs some work.