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Apr 2015
The things I once loved are not just a distraction,
Now even those distractions can’t entertain me.
The feeling of nothingness is closing around me,
The cold I thought I had under control is now taking over.

The drowning feelings are finally frozen in place,
But so are any other feelings I used to have.
Happiness, gone.
Sadness, gone.
Anger, gone.

I feel like I am a walking doll.
Not the kind with no imperfections and always a smiling,
No.
More like the one you forgot in the dark and cold place to rot.
Written by
Kuro  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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