No way out,
so I went numb.
Seeing things objectively
makes me concise.
Now, later on in life,
although it doesn't feel very nice,
vision without subjectivity
excepting through glimpses of a shattered soul
which fights to feel feelings,
for enough of a picture
beyond observation concentrations
before the mirror of reality was smashed
where tears did flow.

Now in stillness within my mind,
I race my thoughts in life unkind.
Where do they come from
and where do they go?

Torn away from emotions,
there's no life complete.
Drained away energy,
apart from the original plan.
Peck. Peck...Peck. Peck.
"What the heck?!"
Where does one go for repair
if there is really no loving God anywhere?!