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Personal (Melancholy) I can’t feel anything.
Nothing stirs me.
Nothing touches me.
Nothing angers me.
Nothing saddens me.
I am flatlining.
I feel dead inside.
Where are my tears?
Where is my passion?
There is nothing left in me.
Nothing but bones.
When I feel something rise in me,
my body fails to respond.
My heart is indifferent to life;
there must not be any blood
flowing through my veins.
I am flatlining.
I feel dead inside.
I think that happens to many of the faithful. I have been told it is actually a preparation for greater, more satisfying spirituality. I am in something of the same situation myself, at the time, and I am looking forward to the end of it and a resumption of the more spiritual side of life. Thank you for describing it so well in this poem.
Starward