I am living without you
as without a lover
as without the sun
or the moon
my being is an empty,
cold house
through which only the wind blows
occasionally you come to me
dimly as a ghost in a dream
& I wish never to wake
only to feel you rule me
shake me, quake me
or not feel, rather
but only dimly remember
I am living without emotions these days due to long-term, possibly irreversible damage done to my brain by psychiatric/anti-psychotic drugs, forced on me by the courtesy of the mental health system. It is a most dreadful existence.
