Disengaged From Life
I feel such emptiness; I cannot explain;
within the very depth of being;
living without love; I often complain;
my thoughts are of the unseen.
My life, no longer, is all about me;
I feel emotions of others, inside;
often, I feel it’s how death must be;
physically; I just want to hide.
Though I still have a physical existence;
my loneliness still cuts like a knife;
fighting sadness by personal persistence;
I’ve become disengaged from life.
I check a calendar; to determine the day;
and, a clock to find out the time;
I feel such great sadness; living this way;
I’m just a memory; not divine.
My house serves as my living tomb;
especially while living alone;
much like the caterpillar’s cocoon;
I’ll leave it when going home.
I spend my days in serious contemplation;
marriage is opposites; blended together;
all particles of truth lead me to revelation;
without time or space; where is forever?
I feel unloved; without any purpose;
my sadness cuts like a knife;
living without love; I often complain;
become disengaged from life.
Monty 3.27.26. # 3,221