Clouds poetry

Am i ?

Am I supposed to feel something–
When words pierce the deepest part of my beating
Heart under that flesh and ribs of blanket of bones
when sun burns me under its light to French fries Crisp,When my mother wishes she could give us more Than life breaking her back like sticks
tears in buckets Drips and Drops, when rain blesses the earth with holy Water to wash away what ever blood and dirt and Piss humans spill, Am I supposed to feel somethings when I've lie and it eats me up secrets we keep from ears and Lock them in bottles behind doors, under veils When knife slice our fingers giving us a cut saying Whoops/oops are we supposed to feel something? When death holds our hand carrying us into the woods and in caskets, when we ride on life's back like motorcycle, bus and trains giving us a tour of cites and towns are we supposed to feel Something? When I set sail like a kite a bird a jet cutting Dicing the clouds into cookies shapes for children Snacks, when the wood
Fire dance like ballerinas in gold yellow and red
Clothing tap dance, slow complementary Dance flipping in the air and erupts Into flames landing on anything near burning it,When spider web builds a home while I'm looking For a place to call home that doesn't just consist Of just a building or property, Am I supposed to feel something when dates on Calendars forget me, like keys hidden, emeralds,When social doesn't knows me and silence wants To be alone, and like a empty bottle shampoo I'm thrown away and not kept as a souvenir.

-ashes poetry
A/N did a prompt on Am I suppose to feel
Something I was having writers block at the time
And this prompt helped my imagination and fingers flow easily. Credits to melissaispoetry.