Tattered

A can't feel my blood

The mast is drained

A lifeless steel standing

Swaying

Fuzzy

My head

My heart

Foggy

My thoughts

Fumbly

My emotions

Feel like a flag flapping

I can hear the ting ting

As I strike the pole

With no hands to extend

No fingers to grip-on

My self

My axis

It's near

I feel it with sore head

The wind blows cold

One no one else can sense

It rattles my hollow marrow

I close my eyes

And take a shallow breath

To stop the spinning

When did I get here

So detached

Will it subside

Will I ever again be still

I'm forgetting what it was

To think straight

More pieces tear off at the fringes

I am being weathered fast

After this I fear

That I will be replaced

The memory of me vanish

To be as invisible and unfelt

As this wind no one else can sense