My hand is devoid of feelings,
Soon my heart will be devoid,
It'd be a fallacy to believe it is medical.
Of all the possibilities,
for my choice of words,
and tone of voice,
the result I chose,
made you walk through the door.
The fingers yearn,
yearn to be touched,
yearn to be intertwined,
yearn to feel.
Living has dulled,
beauty has faded,
the bliss of the baroque has escaped.
Darkness engulfs,
engulfs my eyesight,
engulfs my hearing.
I am nothing,
hiding from others,
by my own senses.
Where is the light to bring it all back?
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