Only a Feeling

Only a Feeling                                                  November 22, 2006

Another second towards dropping on the floor,

Clocking out, for the day is done.  No more!

I feined a few punches, took a couple of knocks.

I ignore the pain,

Only a feeling, nothing more.

A seedy chap casts doubts on me,

Pans me as a man with ice in his veins.

I'm the pinata taking a severe beating.

The seedy one, blindfolded, still sees though the darkness,

Standing there, swinging that Louisville Slugger, inflicting pain,

But it's only a feeling, nothing more.

If I cut my arm just to watch myself bleed,

The pain is identified by the knife that did the deed.

If I fell in love and she turned her back on me,

It would only be another lost second in the course of time.

It would all be a part of another lost day,

Just another punch on the perpetuating time card of nihilism.

Whether it be for good or for wrought,

I just ignore the precedings,

'Tis only a feeling, and nothing more.