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I fear my heart shall never feel again

My soul is all alone within.

Art without color, this I do

Live without feeling? This too.

 

My mind pulls and scrambels

At my heart with Briars and Brambels

Trying to get it to pulse once more.

Its a place where no waves hit the shore.

 

How in the world did I get this way?

Fearing? Hating? The brand new day

Now unwelcomed, passes without notice

From my rest deprived subconcious.

 

Truths hidden, lies said, wall up first

For safety, but I fear the worst

Is yet to come and they are too weak

Or am I just afraid to speak?

 

Either way, I now feel nothing, a shock

Of too many boats entering the dock

Leaving me empty, inside a glass box

At which thrown are rocks.

 

They dent the surface, but cannot

Get in. Will I ever again have a shot

Of feeling again? The future looks grim

I'm standing on the worlds outer rim.

 

One foot in fact, the other in fancy I don't

Want to go to either side. More like I won't

Without feeling, my heart runs on lore.

Fantasy books, all of love and war.

 

Yet nothing stirs the rock of my heart.

Perhaps it has been ripped too far apart

By too many people. I can't go on this way

Fighting my way through empty day after day.

 

I fear my heart shall never feel again

My soul is all alone within.

Art without color, this I do

Live without feeling? This too.

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