I feel.
It's a surprise, isn't it? Surely
Someone like I
Cannot feel,
Only try.
I wish the case was true,
But no.
A hope-gone rat like me
Does know.
.
There are many times
I wish the opposite were true –
I wish I could be as empty
As a shell, I’ll rue
The day a sea-animal
Takes refuge
And invests my mind
With hopes and moods.
.
For surely, it is better,
Much,
To be an empty shell.
Than to want for dreams and luck,
It will not happen, I know
And I would just be crushed
Whence the inevitable comes;
And my hopes are hushed.
.
But someone has blessed me –
Blessed me? Pah!
But ridden me with thought.
Which makes me wonder of far
And distant places, abroad.
.
I feel as if I am not blessed,
But rather cursed, indeed,
Not unlike Medusa,
When she did not take heed.
.
So continue to look down at me
And think you know it all.
I cannot feel, impossible!
I can.
.
Are you enthralled?

YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...