Insensibility
Floating, I’m weightless and alone,
Buoyed up by the water’s insubstantial hands.
There’s nothing in the world but this.
Serenity and tranquillity are my only anchors,
Dragging me down further with each soft breath,
I’ve found a place where even my heart is silent.
Drifting along, there’s nothing for miles,
An empty horizon of lonely waves and water.
There’s nothing in the world but this.
Grey clouds, noiselessly swimming above,
Whisper promises of oblivion before my sightless eyes.
I’ve found a place where even my heart is silent.
I’ve long since forgotten the reason why,
Bitter thoughts ebbing away with the ceaseless tide,
There’s nothing in the world but this.
On this whispering sea of apathy and ambivalence,
I finally feel at peace, away from everything.
I’ve found a place where even my heart is silent.
There’s nothing else in the world but this.
