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Void
I am void of passion
And starved of daydreams.
I am trapped by the mundane
And the sober.
I miss the willingness to burn
For what I loved
Even if it was terribly wrong
The only feeling I feel
So starkly
That there is nothing else
Is anger
My ever constant companion
Soldering under layers
Of facade so thick
I do not even remember
Why I am this way
And starved of daydreams.
I am trapped by the mundane
And the sober.
I miss the willingness to burn
For what I loved
Even if it was terribly wrong
The only feeling I feel
So starkly
That there is nothing else
Is anger
My ever constant companion
Soldering under layers
Of facade so thick
I do not even remember
Why I am this way
Published 2nd Feb 2025
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2nd Feb 2025 10:53am
Dear K,
I know this void well. I know the dull and am missing the passion I once held too. Thank you for sharing this piece.
Bless,
Mel
I know this void well. I know the dull and am missing the passion I once held too. Thank you for sharing this piece.
Bless,
Mel
16th Feb 2025 6:12am
That's a really stark and relatable portrayal of burnout and emotional numbness. The anger as the only remaining feeling is a powerful image. It's bleak, but honest.
