Emotionless

The feeling is dull,

empty,

lonely,

and I've never understood it.

It's all new to me,

as I fear not,

I love not,

I am not,

I cannot.

 

Chin up, they say,

you can, they say.

No use, I say,

I need a new way

to look at each day,

and somehow find a way

to move on,

to move forward,

so no.

 

I can't cheer up,

I can't improve,

but nothing changes

unless I do.

If I feel better,

the day does too,

but when I don't,

there's nothing more to do.

I want to move on,

I want to get better

but in this state

I fear it won't happen,

so I just keep dragging,

hopeless of change

and the improvement

they all say

I deserve. 

 

So I take on each day

as it comes my way,

and maybe eventually

it'll be okay.

But until then,

I must power on

and maybe I'll someday

realize what's wrong.

Is it a disorder

or simply a mood?

Is this time of my life

affecting it too?

Is it all in my head

or some weird inner feud,

where one side of me's happy

and the other intrudes?

 

Will I ever know?

No, and neither will you.

Or maybe I will,

and someday if I do,

I hope to move on

to a better place I belong,

where I don't have to question

my every intention,

my every emotion,

myself. 

And I hope the same for you.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

S.zaynab.k

Wonderful musing epic here and I ESP admired the feud interlude stanza, very creatively said , though the tire poem is awesome how you express. Let your poem talent cheer you as well. Kudos!

 

plz pleez do drop by to read and comment under my newest poem too.  Such thoughts interaction via comments feel warm in this cold world so we can be all be friends.p

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