Emotional flat line, just a dull nagging sound
dead from the brain up, my bed the burial ground
in this, my realm, I'm the king, yet I don't feel a thing
mentally drained, on a downwards flow, spiralling
Fog surrounds, a gas cloud, feels like drowning
sputtering, my voice lost in the crowd, pressure mounting
mind grinding, a grating ache fills the dead space
grey matter no longer working at pace, shredded, going to waste
Emptiness, nothing less, just a drag to lift my head
no anger, hurt, or joy, just a void, a weight like lead
vacant stares, blankness all I can muster, look to the sky
a blanket of sadness, no feeling left under, no tears to cry
Stuck on auto pilot, the flight goes on
but I will stick the landing when the time comes
a little fragile, but brittle is better than broken
feelings will return, coursing like a river to an ocean
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love
Kyle
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