What is the point of living if you can't feel?

There is none,
I concluded on a New England night.
Emotions are what drive us,
and what keep up from simply bing zombies walking through the world.

Emotions are what make life worth living,
and I have locked mine away.

Deep within the recesses of my mine,
I found them,
and let them out.

Years of unnoticed pain now burn my veins,
I must learn how to live life,
all over again.