But now I drip

Now

imagine

you can't think;

no thoughts

or words 

or feelings 

all gone

Who is left?

Who is the shell?

All I am is empty

and void

but now,

using the shadow 

of the consciousness

that I once was, 

I drip

I drip into a new

state of being

And I did that

I made myself

feel

something again

But,

the only feeling

is the sharp

pain

of regret

and shame, 

and the unclean, 

sour, 

sting

of hiding 

and covering 

the sensitivities of my heart 

and the mark of thin silver glints

now violated with

rose

Even so,

tarnishing the very temple

you were sworn to protect

is worth it

if it means you can feel

like something alive

just a little

longer

Author's Note

This is a raw-unfiltered-emotions type poem written about past experiences. No hate about the topic please, but any and all suggestions for the poem itself are greatly appreciated! Thank you <3