Mute

the world plays before me
as a silent movie, empty and sporadic
in its emotion
my mind and body are automated;
mechanically acting my response
every place I know has lost
its memory
everyone I care for has lost
their special place
nothing hurts and I want it too
every enchanting breath
every selfless tear
every effortless smile
every loving gesture - it means nothing
I want to feel the rainfall
burn my skin
I want to smell the pungent stench
of rotting roses
I want to cry for my soul
when I know it's all over:

I want to love and believe it's real
I want to live and I want to feel.