I feel my breath losing confidence;
I feel disappointed at realisations
I didn’t know could have affected me as much as they did,
I don’t feel sometimes;
I trudge on no longer for my sake,
I exist, of course, existing, listening, co-existing, only mimicking;
Implicit is the silence, explicit, the smile,
Cruel, not what loneliness knows, but ill,
Soft ripples on the waves, feckless and futile;
To draw strength from emptiness, oh!
Then try escape the vacuum, I insist.