I felt the cold autumn breeze wash against my face tonight,
And I felt nothing.
The stars were hidden by a blinding sky of light tonight,
And I felt nothing.
Beyond the wind no sound arises, no eyes to fill the vacant space. 
Is this a year of torment’s mark? 
Summer falls silently to a close and Fall rises in her gentle prose, 
And I feel nothing. 
My heart of anguish, torn and bleeding has no more blood left to drip, receding,
Back into my life force. 
Back into the mundane living.
Have I healed, to whence I was
Or am I too far gone?
 


Submitted: October 05, 2020

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