Incapacitated Dilapidated The words don’t come Like they used to Swimming in fears to Get those ears unclogged From years of silencing the self What new Hell is this? Purging emotion as if it’s ...All that’s left How did I make it through before? I do regret wishing I was happy I still feel empty inside, And this was the desired result Or maybe when the moon turns I’m meant To be reminded of my humanity And take the world on, resting on my back To continue to be strong To remember the importance of feeling So that I do not lose myself to create An apathetic state of emergency Then what good will emerge from me?