I Feel
"Always thought of myself as a top of the food chain type of guy but lately I'm stuck on the bottom"
In the pitch of night I wander
foraging the inner workings of the mind
life hasn't been too kind lately
but what is one to expect
I feel not at ease as I reach out
to touch each appendage
kicking back as the pain explains
what is wrong and and what is right
Fresh wounds fillet my soul
and I'm vulnerable
but not scared
fear's not what I fear
Some scars are abraded
as I try to naw off the weak
the dismembered, the cancerous
cells calling me over and over
I will not heed their message
but they won't stop
as I limp onward not knowing
or caring what will hit me next
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