Tired,
Uncensored,
Unable to feel.
I felt so much
So much,
So I can't feel,
Any long.In my defense,
I try to endure,
Cope,
Feel,
Without falter.But one can only do so
for so long,
Without having to act.
So now,
I replay,
I recreative,
What I once felt before.For if I feel now,
My heart would falter
It would rhyme,
The rhythm
Of the body unable to feel.
So what do I do now?Rest or Falter?
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Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.