• aishu_s1 6w

    I am a martyr to the feeling of nothing.
    Existence can be confirmed with jubilation,
    As well as despondency,
    I feel nothing, my existence is naught.

    Arising to nothing.
    To weather the day, in a lackadaisical way,
    Detached conversations,
    To slumber, feeling nothing.

    Lack of necessity to eat or bath.
    Crying is not a desideratum,
    Nor is love,
    As if I were drowning, without a soul.

    Losing my spirit.
    Losing any perception of purpose,
    Deprived of the will to live,
    In quietus will my nothing be something.

    - A.S