Feel Unattached

I wander through rooms
As if I remember the past  
They are but cold empty shells  
Tombs of a life  
I have struggled to live  
 
Everything is dead inside  
A hollow pulse  
That almost resembles a human  
The heart devoid of feeling  
Just a dark abyss of apathy  
 
The world trundles on  
As I move in slow motion  
Things piling up around me  
The trash of another person  
Seemingly there to bury me  
 
I don’t ask my heart to beat  
Or my lungs to fill up with air  
Feel unattached to my body  
It’s a battle of mind over matter  
Whether I matter at all  
 
# Anne Sexton