Rejection

I feel the

solid resistance-

yes, it's there.

Grinding-

Like a cement mixer, until my innards

my feelings, emotions

are dissolved.

Now I am nobody.

Yes, my body's here

but my feelings are not.

Just a walking shell

For I can feel nothing now

no hurt

but again, no joy.

No love, never again shall I love.

Because to love once and to die tomorrow-

it is better not to have loved at all.

Zombie-like

My existence goes on

but where is my life?

My soul?

If anyone finds it, please return it to me.

I wish to be alive again.

~A.