Not Even Nothing Poem by Jole Hans

This isn't even a poem, I don't even know what it is

I just wanted to say, to share, to be seen by someone
to be understood in miniscule, if possible

That..

I'm so sad
I have no right
and
so lost
never found
feel like a hound. Like a dog
bitten by its own kind

I have become sour.
When I see myself in reflections
Lines become apparent in my face

Used to be such joy in it
now, only revealing negatif
distance
from us

No amount of written
can
unveil

this makes me so uncomfortable

I am an uncomfortable man

Twenty-seven
restless leg syndrome?
inner ear problem? confusing balance?
tendons rubbing together
crooked
askew
Eyes becoming more than before useless
Coping by feeling
by intuition
I see, yet I am blind¨
Seen a light
Only moral compass surpass most others
find no other strength

I feel like I am burning at too fast a pace
My movements swift, like a glitch
find no ease
trouble breathing
something is wrong altogether
can`t put my finger on it
too many

Neck
stiff
shoulders
stiff

dun understand

Unbalanced

Is there a troubled cure
for a troubled mind?
got no treatment, cept my own
have no `diagnosis`

Died a little, died too much?
must find a way back

Know you feel intricate as I and
we are not alone

Still
sadness or something beckons all around while marveling at warped pretty moments interaction infractions