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
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
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