Do You Think? Poem by Ian Keenan

And what of the others? ,
What will they say? ,
That I was never
Good enough? ,
Too old, or poor,
Too shouty or
Submissive?

But as I see the pigeons
On the rooves
Fight or flutter,
Is this, I muse,
What life must be?

So do you think me
Small and ineffective? ,
Do you snarl inside
At what I do not do?

I can go on just
Loving you,
But what then of
The blood upon the carpet,
The death throes of
My shattered soul?