The Tragedy of Apathy

Everyday feels the same
Every right leaves with nothing left
The hues these days are a distant gray
It’s as if the colors in my life walked away
A lukewarm feeling but It’s something
I’ll grasp at it until as if like a dream
I forget the need to remember
It all ends up room temperature
I can’t take it anymore

Life has its ups and downs for a reason
Even the weather has its many seasons
So why is it that I cannot feel it anymore
The it of life the it of living
This sensory deprivation pool of an existence
I long for the feel of stimulation
Love, hope, anger, pain, anything
I haven’t laughed for real in years
When was the last time I had real tears?
The days go by faster and faster
and it doesn’t feel like-
I’ve lived any of them.