Locked in a world of emptiness

One devoid of feelings

Surrounded by concrete and steel

Nothing producing nothing

Seen but not seeing

Surreal and disconcerting

I wonder, could it be

Is it possible that I alone am left to tell the T-A-L-E

Terminal

         Atrophy           

of a

Languish

Existence

Or am I caught between two worlds

Neither reflecting the TRUTH

Each its own reality projecting

Partial truth, half truths

Should I decide which to leave behind

What would I give up and what would I retain

Caught in between two worlds

Neither complete, neither whole

A world lacking feelings

Cold and distant

I stand alone not knowing which way to go