And dead eyed feel no more? Is this what the glass faced portent meant? My face reflected in the dark tram window. Devoid of any life at all. No prettiness, no beauty, just the pristine china of the end of a day of feeling nothing, nothing at all. Only the stale red of another morning Of breakfast and arguments with Danny Only the filmy light seeping through the curtains That I shut and cannot open. The grim lessons Through a cracked phone screen Wandering down Hair a tangled mess The same dark coat I have worn It feels For years around this town The same figure Running down the hill Outside I look alive My cheeks are flushed Although my eyes have purple shadows beneath them But inside the same thoughts are trailing through an empty room. Round and round I feel nothing I have felt nothing these past 5 years.