So You're Out On A Limb Poem by Mark Heathcote

So you're out on a limb.
Where paranoias learn to swim
or somersault and fall mid-air.
And to your despair
You find that no one truly cares.
No one sees you as a friend or foe.
They stopped caring about you, child.
Along a long, long time ago.
Oh, where to begin?
Our realisation of all this
is profound,  
Lord knows I'm not thin-skinned.
Some folk are fished out of
lakes and drowned in canals.
Others find their feet.
and say I won't be cheated
Life goes on.
Fill in that lake, concrete that canal
or divert that river.
I'll not be asleep anytime soon.
in that wee pond
I've been well and truly schooled.