Feelings

I feel As if my eyes Are nowhere to be seen And it’s just me. I feel As though my soul Has nothing to be found. What is this sound? Ah, yes, The beating heart. Though broken, but bleeding, But beautiful - the Art! I feel As well my path Is no-one’s to be deemed. But that’s just me! … I feel As I did then When knowing needed this healing. Why this again? … And, yes, The beaten road. Though broke and bare bones, But beautifully - my Own! And I feel Alone. I feel Still. But, no, Not nothing. I feel. Still.