It's a strange feeling,
Not being able to cry,
Stumbling along,
Almost numb.
It's a displacing sensation,
Nothing quite as sweet,
Nothing quite as sour,
Feeling dis-empowered.
It's that hollow in my center,
That knot in my stomachs pit,
That niggle in my neck and back,
That whisper on the icy wind.
It's nothing like anything,
And a lot like nothing,
It's not quite loss,
It's something significantly more.
It's a pale shade of greyish brown,
A delusional conversation,
A hankering for something paranormal,
Something spiritual, something, anything at all.
