#17 glassy rock

A love-imbued arrow struck through,
almost had myself behind a cover but,
petrified!

and I fell,
like a meteor,
burning in high velocity,
into what it seemed,
dark-green, cloudy world,
with nothing,
stomped the ground,
stunned nothing,

happiness sapped,
slowly and constantly,
surely empty,
became a rock, I turned,
barely breathing,
like being choke hold by a tie,

utterly a rock now,
solid, firm, tough, and stable,
but with a slight touch,
so light, lighter than feather,
I may shatter,

like glass.