I Feel

"Always thought of myself as a top of the food chain type of guy but lately I'm stuck on the bottom"  

In the pitch of night I wander  
foraging the inner workings of the mind  
life hasn't been too kind lately  
but what is one to expect  
 
I feel not at ease as I reach out  
to touch each appendage  
kicking back as the pain explains  
what is wrong and and what is right  
 
Fresh wounds fillet my soul  
and I'm vulnerable  
but not scared  
fear's not what I fear  
 
Some scars are abraded  
as I try to naw off the weak  
the dismembered, the cancerous  
cells calling me over and over  
 
I will not heed their message  
but they won't stop  
as I limp onward not knowing  
or caring what will hit me next