Often I sense my feelings are unchanged,
Mute, void and morbidly estranged.
Now I am broken,
It’s irrelevant if one can tend to my heart.
The smiles I respond with are merely fake and lacklustre,
They mock all woeful attempts to break this despondent façade.
Therefore when you hold me,
I can’t but banish the tears.
Reluctantly they cloud callous eyes,
In humble fear.
As I relinquish in the knowledge that I should feel more than this.
I’m falling inward to a havenless abyss.
It saddens me,
It pains me to know.
I have love,
Yet I’m incapable of letting it show.
The only justification that I can begrudgingly express,
Is that I am lost in the dark, with this cold insidiousness,
Its holding me locked and ultimately possessed.
Immune to emotion,
Even when subjected to the powers of your lavish devotion.
I watch silently, unable to act.
Your soothing words, offering no impact.
Though you will not hasten to admit,
You find me cruel, harsh and predominantly inept.
It’s with regret that all of my senses remain irresponsive,
I appreciate your efforts have been valiant, although I remain passive.
However, I concede my soul has been shattered beyond repair,
Consequently no amount of you I have, will allow me to care.
© 2012 Alana Bembridge