That feeling...

I feel
Am scarring
 Am burning
   My emotions churning
                   Swarming in homeless eddies.

Dust of winter chill
collects on my bones.
 I sit here cross armed.
My pink woolen stole
                   snugly wrapped around my neck..(I could choke myself with it too..)
I should feel utter bliss
              sipping from a cup of hot cocoa.
 Still   all I feel
             am just graying
                                numbing
                               graying
                           numbing...



             In homeless eddies..

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

oh, that feeling's comin' round again, gray and numbing, breaking through in homeless eddies, breaking through, while watching the cold winter dawn, grey and numbing...it's a good thing this time there's hot cocoa in the homeless eddies...this feeling come round again will pass again...here comes the sun

[Jibey]

The shape of the poem reflects the rambling of negative thoughts that arise in a lost soul... 'homeless eddies' ... a powerful image of uncertainty and despair... 'graying, numbing'... so very sad...