Complexity

The sweet sound of silence,

I feel you looking when you think I am not.

And I try to avoid uncomfortable looks,

because to your question, I have no answers.

As you inquire my love,

I think I do, I could almost swear it.

And then the past, it sets in-

and my blood, from warm to cold.

I pray to love, to feel the bliss,

it hurts so badly to not feel...anything at all.

Not sadness, not love, not remorse,

only the pain of nothing, and of truth-

The truth that life has taken its toll,

and that my soul is aching to feel.

To you, this may sound obsurd-

like the contradictions don't even make sense.

But I am not here to prove anything,

I am here to speak about my life.

So insightful, so complex-

I know everything and nothing all at once.

I see souls as they really are,

raw, uncut, and in the nude.

Which could be why I cannot feel-

because most are not worth the risk.

I know them all, even before we meet,

in my dreams we have spoken quite frequently-

and rather than ponder on what may become,

I will not prolong the inevitable.