When you kill off your connection to your soul it becomes difficult to write.
You lack the emotions needed for insight.
Your grasp of words no longer flows into a river of adjectives, nouns, and verbs.
And what sounds good in your head comes out written absurd.
You grasp at the feelings you can recall but they are just out of reach.
Feeling nothing is really feeling suffering you'll wish someone had preached.
If you can't connect with yourself you damn sure can't connect with others.
So there will be no suitable consolation from another.
No writing or art form will be able to ease you.
Only drugs with momentary numbness to tease you.
Oh how you'll miss the feeling of your heart bleeding.
Your soul crying out and screaming,
For love or for whatever the reason.
Caught in between wanting emotion or wanting numbness to seep in.
Not realizing what you truly crave is freedom.
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