What do I feel?
When all’s quiet and loses
touch and I as one with the not

For what am I then,
The one who sees what they
cannot, cares for “nothing” where
something has found me.

Do I care for something which
is nothing more rich
for those are who
founded that which destroys
my world at each and every
turn.

Because but however I’m not,
Felt only despair to lose care,
Lose feel of so much more.

For now I’m rock
My world is mush sold
under tree-trapping lobbyists
will.

And when all is dust dried
up and left for nought,
Will we longer hear the snores
of our loved ones, the cries
of our empty hearts.

What do you feel?