Sights have lost their luster
Songs are no longer melodious in tune
Colors are gray
Lights have darkened
In a haze
My pupils lazy
My mouth lame
My limbs heavy
Unable to express
Unable to cry
Unable to feel
What would it take?
To allow the dreaded
Thoughts
Sensations
And concerns
Inside
Accepting them
Embracing them
Unafraid and willing
Would it make a difference?
In the haze
There is no beginning
No middle
No end
No light at the end of the tunnel
It is an indifference
A distance
An apathy
Disturbing as it may be
Not feeling
May be dangerously appealing
As a small price to pay
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