What do you do when you don't feel anything?
When the myriad of emotions
That coursed through your blood, in the hope that you'll spill it and validate their existence,
Have vanished, and are replaced by
A stony excuse for
The renunciation of relation
That makes you ridicule
The slightest expression of depression
And makes you a silly mule
Snorting through the arid burden
Humiliation certain,
Hurting, Flirting, Asserting
Your sentiments decadent,
The rage at being forgotten
Coursing through your scarlet veins
It's like my mind is up and alert and
Believes in what it says
Hears,
Sulks at.
It is true.
All the bulk. All the sulk.
None of the love.
None of the achievement; none of the thrill from looking at good numbers.
Lies, hisses my mind.
Insecurity? My heart bleats.
Stop it, says my mind.
Stop it, reconciles my heart.
Stop feeling? I ask them both.
Stop writing, say they.
Stop meeting people.
Stop living up to the journey
And letting yourself break every mile.
Stop believing in a fuller morrow.
Stop pulling through off bits you borrow.
Stop faith. Stop hope.
Stop investment.
And elope.
And elope.
And elope.
The bluntness of it all beckons me through
The fallacies and rigid conformities
of truth.
And I sink.
And I flail
And I drown.
And I wake.
Ready, again,
To believe. To hope.
To invest.
And cope.
And cope.
And cope.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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