what feelings does this poem convey?What storm? what friends?

[skinnydoctor805]

Small things are what counts, as the clock ticks
talks, evening walks for health and awareness,
'swear to love me, never leave me' is one click,
cursor reserved for messages, it;s a test
of the will, of the attention spanned to next scam
that withers the friendship like a bad spam,
a storm drain where the bodies are stuffed,
but the bodies are living with no love or trust
dust is all we will become some say but not quite-
we live on in every word we write.