What is fine? 
I mean fine.
When we say we are fine,
how fine can we be? 

What is it I cannot define 
with the word fine?

I am not fine. 
I am filled full empty. 
I am heavy. 

I am hope
less. 

Woe is I who is not fine 
for I cannot define me. 

Only in death will I rise. 

I had to die to realise 
to be reborn 
to come anew. 

I kill the self 
I don’t wish to be. 
I kill the self. 
I am no longer me.

©JMCole