Dead Inside of Me
I try to write
But feel no emotion
The light has turned to night
And I don't feel the notion
To torture my brain with commotion
I just feel "there"
And I don't care
Has Love set me free?
From this damning calamity
The hangover from love
Is all but a memory
I'm just dull
My emotions are not full
They're now dust
And I must
Sweep them out
I don't care about
What I say
All my friend seem to slip away
I'm a lone wolf that cannot howl
I cannot bark
I cannot growl
Because all is dead
It's been drained from my head
When no one is around
I can be found
Sitting in silence
Numb to violence
Apathetic to it all
Inside a cry to arms did not call
But I don't trip
And I don't fall
I do not slip
Give me a ball
To make a basket
Who's in the casket?
My emotions have been laid to rest
I can attest
That deep inside
I cannot hide
The hurt that isn't there
And there is no despair
This I swear...
This I swear...
This I swear...
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This is intentionally written without punctuation for the nature, tone, and mood of the poem
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Short StoryEnter my past through my mind and thoughts on things. How I feel about things or ideas are true very real to me. Some of these narratives are humorous while some are just some things in life I went through. Yes I really did the things I talk about...