No passion

Can you possibly feel as I feel?

Can you take this world away?

I want to see a perfect place.

I won't sleep and deam of passion tonight.

I feel to lose myself and fade away.

Be myself but I cannot imagine me.

I'm not amazed, I'm not astounded that

there's no reason, no passion at all.

I can be my dreams; You can be a nightmare.

Terror on the face of it all.

Worn and tired my fagile soul,

it walks the ceilings, it climbs the walls.

My chest is hollow, it can hold an echo.

I don't feel the same.

Losing my attention for a lack of reason

and I'm the only one to blame.

Author's Note

Reviews

[MsJewel]

This is so sad Raymond. To not feel passion, whether it is for another person, or for just living, breathing, being...well - I can't think of anything sadder.

I hope tomorrow is a better day!
:) Julie

[Sami Khalil]

"Worn and tired my fagile soul,

it walks the ceilings, it climbs the walls.




My chest is hollow, it can hold an echo.




I don't feel the same."

Souls are fragile. They need TLC like all others. Sorry you are feeling down. It will get better...A splendid poem...:)..............

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you my friend!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...............

[A. Amos]

What a start and craziness till the end, just simply mind blowing one of your best work. Good job