Wake of Emotion - Part Three

In the midst of feeling, there is chaos. Between love and hate lies an infinite undefined region. If one is to cross the unknown, he or she must realize one fact. Emotion is a realistic indicator conveying what remains within the heart.

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Seeing with eyes closed

Hearing through deaf ears

Walking without motion

Crying dry tears

Wanting

But never having

Needing

But still here waiting

Yearning

But not fulfilling

How can I find the answer?

Searching

But never finding

Looking

But disappointed

Seeking

But not a trace

Where can I find the answer?

I find myself at a crossroads. Will I continue searching, or will I halt this futile effort. Optimism fails me. Alternate directions are dead to me. These two choices weigh me down. Subconsciously, I start down the path of despair. Disembodied, I stride leisurely to my own failure. Suddenly, I realize what I’ve become.

Grimacing face

Blood-red eyes

Eroded heart

Clenched fingers

White knuckles

Balled fist

Break all connections

Sever loose bonds

Giving up on emotions

Useless conversations

Unrelenting empathy

And sympathy

Leave past failures

Never turning back

Rip it out

Tear this from my hands

Take it from me

Can’t bear this anymore

It has come to this

I find myself here

In this desolate place

Once again I feel like

Loosening my grip

And letting go

Of my heart

I envision myself standing in a desert. Two hands cupped together, holding a living, beating heart. No longer inside my chest, my heart is vulnerable in my palms. However, instead of protecting it like I should, I beckon you to take it from me. Not desiring to hold this fragile heart any longer, I plead others to rip it out of my grip. None dare to grant my request. So I remain feeble in this desert.

Drenched in agony

Soaked with grief

Eyes glazed over

Numbness setting in

Body feeling faint

My heart is slipping

From my grasp

And never turning back

Rip it out

Tear this from my hands

Take it from me

Can’t bear this anymore

Empty palm

Where has my heart gone?

Been ripped out

Torn right from my hands

Taken from me

Nothing to bear anymore

No more pain

No more grief

Nothing left to heal

Nothing left to feel

Don’t know what

I can do now

I am left

Drowned in apathy

What have I done? I have asked someone to seize my heart. Now after closing my eyes from intense pain, I find my palms empty, my heart taken. I feel like yelling, but my voice has left. I feeling like searching for my missing heart, but my legs will not budge. Then I realize that I don’t feel anything at all, for my heart has been stolen. No emotion left to experience. No sensation in all my body. I have drowned in a pool of apathy. Consumed by its contents, I become one with numbness. Now all that is left of me is a deadened void that used to be a person.

Reviews

[sarah]

this is intensely amazing and deep great write!