Mind Me

can you feel it?
the unraveling of, my mind?
vultures of uncertainty
devour every inch of sanity
that I once used to think
now, I am the empty
oceanic shell of the
half person I was before
barely then
barely now
not complete nothingness
just enough somethingness
at least you can still see me
but, that might be all
it should at least count
for
something