My heart, my head, and my feet

My heart between my head and my feet

Is strangled by my fingers

Playing inside my shorts,

Shortness of breath

Even though abundance of air exists

Inside and outside of my fairly opened bedroom window,

 

My head on top of my heart and feet

Has a hole,

So deep yet is it shallow,

I take a ride inside it

Only to swim in a pool out of water,

 

My feet under my heart and head

Is cold like a dead man,

Although I don’t yet see a dead man,

My feet are cold,

I’m weak like my heart and head,

My chi has gone,

But the wind is still echoing,

Mocking,

maybe I am just paranoid,

No I am not.