The Pain Of Not Feeling

The wind whispers its faint message
Information gathered through the gaps
Nothing spoken or proven to me
Just the observations of an empty force
Lines sputtered with no proof
But as real to me as your sky is blue
Unkempt and unruly these feeling erupt
What I've acquired sticks pins in my gut
It cuts into my heart; dissects all that's real
Dismembers my conscience; helps me not to feel
It rips caverns in my chest and lays out bullshit to ingest
But no matter how much I absorb, this emptiness never disappears
Like a black whole for feelings; an abyss of reality
This path that I tread has left my insides dead.