It's Beyond Unfeeling Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's beyond unfeeling
Nobody wants to save me
These walls are closing in like a musty yellow suitcase
Here I'm left on a platform where no one inquires
Not even the birds or a church steeple bat, bats an eye.
Nobody wants to claim or rescue me
It's all too much even for the world to put the wind back in my sail
It's beyond unfeeling
I'd rather beg, steal or borrow than be just another picture show
That has no story, no beginning or end
It's just life tipped on its end drunken in the freezing snow
A snowdrift like a song in the night then fades in the morning light.
It's beyond unfeeling sitting in the corners of my empty room
Waiting to be discovered by another crisscrossing searchlight moon
It's beyond unfeeling
being left like orange peel stuck under the base of your shoe
but what I'm I do but carry on loving you
like the stars love the moon.