Feelings

To have felt too much is to end in feeling nothing. ~Dorothy Thompson

Sympathy for the lonely,

Tears for the dead,

Admiration for the great,

And a lot more for the rest.

When did these just vanish,

For all I miss are these,

These little feelings that existed,

Now Leaving behind just an ease.

The sense of emptiness,

The sense of oblivious,

The sense of unknowing,

The sense of loss,

Completely Clouding judgement and thought.

Unnerving

Blank and pale

Undefined and inhumane.

Cause wasn’t it all,

Weren’t feelings ‘nature’ ?

Separating us from animals ?

Nothing at all yet all at once ?

Cause when it’s said to harm

When it’s done to hurt and shame

Aren’t we all then animals ?

Hunting and looking for weak and gullible to prey.

The unresponsive heart

The lost soul that exists

Desperately trying to feel anything

So it truly lives.