‘I am a’ is a visual poem that touches upon its creator’s proclivity in understanding the utter meaninglessness and the existentialism that borne out of it. This poem tries to include the poignant sceneries of the world around us by using hyper-exaggerated colour corrections to try to explain the poet’s utter dismay of the meaning of main, sheer mortality of men and the paradoxical joy of suffering that has been discussed in the philosophies of modern existentialists such as Neitschze and Sartre. I am a is an ode to existentialism of human condition and the optimism we can derive through looking inward, and understanding our flesh and bone existence and the sheer mortality of your fibre. Here is the written transcript of the poem: Deconstruct me, I am a human. Devour me, I am a mortal. Destroy me, I am flesh and bones. Knitting my pain away, Gnawing my pain away, I sway, I sway, I sway. Lingering through this world, The pain of existence, The pain of meaninglessness, The joy of pain. Deconstruct me, I am an abstraction Devour me, I am restless Destroy me, I am broken. Walking away, Watching away, Slithering away, I ache, I ache for home, I ache for a home that never was. The world, and the men of it, gnawing, Suffering, Resisting Hence existing Out of brevity, Out of context, I ramble, I bamble, Frail being of emotions, Flesh and bones, Bukowski and shakespeare, Nietzsche and Sartre, A drunkard and a teetotaler Vices and virtues, All aching away, All existing Divine me, I am a human Define me, I am a human Decorate me, I am a human Love me, I am a………...