Midnight Articulation
At peace now, in silent repose,
Obligations outweigh desires I chose.
Yet, in the depths, a question's flight,
Was there ever a moment, bathed in light?
Stillness reigns, but a void resides,
An opening within where longing hides.
Each night, craving rushes, cold and stark,
A chill of emptiness in the dark.
Heavy burdens upon weary shoulders weigh,
"My heart" doesn't articulate , what can I say?
True, it's a truth I'll carry it to my grave,
A soul adrift, a mere living slave.
Emotionless, a living dead I've become,
No stirring within, no beat of the drum.
Reactions mere facades, a deceitful art,
"Don't bleed before a shark," I play my part.
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