I cannot remember the last time I cried It used to be a daily activity I felt so deeply Every moment hurled at me Jealousy, longing, love, passion, sadness Now in its place All consuming fear, dissatisfaction, confusion Pain Is this what growing older is Doomed to a fate of feeling nothing Pushing through to get it done Without a thought for happiness No concept of the emotions so long in my company I am numbed and destroyed A shriveled husk of my former passions
It has been so long since I have felt something deeply that I decided to write a poem about losing my passion and creative energy