And I feel nothing.
My thoughts are muffled by this white noise.
My feelings are shrouded in a formless fog.
I am a mystery
even to myself.
I know nothing,
but this one desire
that I did not earn,
that I cannot have.
It blankets everything like a stifling ash,
turning the world to frozen gray.
I am clutched in its timeless vice.
Still I feel nothing.