How do I feel?
Well…untrusted,
Unsupported
Unknown -
Blown
Over.
Lack of cover.
Hidden,
Bidden
To your will.
Still…
Better that
Than dead
Right, head?

I feel…
Like steel;
Cold, blank
Now I’ll
Be frank.
I’ve sank
Lower
Than before.
Sure,
I’m still here
Out of
Fear
Of the unknown.
Blown over.

I feel…
Unappreciated
By your trust:
Your lust
To fix our worlds.
But pain
Is hard
To tame
And alcoholic
Tendencies
Drive you
Insane.
Blown
Over
Down
The drain.
Thrown
Away.

But stay!
I feel…
Alone,
Cold
As stone
And all
The love
You’ve ever
Shown
Is not
Enough.
Stuff
Drifts on
Around me -
White sound
Around me
Loud and quiet
All
Together.
Invisible
Weather.

I feel…
Abandoned.
The story’s over.
Split wide
Open.
I’m not
Coping.
Blood all gone.
An echo left,
Cleft and cloven:
East and
West.
I’m blessed
And cursed
With painful
Knowledge:
Drifting,
Drunk and
Thick as
Porridge.

I feel..
Tired,
Suicidal?
Barely bridal.
Soft and silent,
Never violent
So damn reliant
On your reel!

How do I feel?