Shattered Soul

Inert
Bereft of sensation
I float in a void of my own design

No fear
No love
No joy
Nothing

Beyond numb
Beyond words
Beyond solace
Beyond caring

All has departed
What was once alive in me
Did not die
It simply ceased

I can only sense the world
The world created by a fool
As it floats beyond my reach
I sense it, but dare not reach out

To grasp it would mean surrender
Mean giving up my ways
Acceptance of futility
The death of my self

Others may cry
Woman may yearn
Millions die
I only float on
I am ether, no more

More than a god
Less than human
I have become a void
Everywhere and nowhere

I can't give of me
For that is no longer

I can only move on
At the fringe of the world
A world barely aware of me

A world of which
I am not a part
For I remain apart

© 2005, Mosquitobyte