The Lost Ones
There is a place
between Heaven and Hell
where some human hearts dwell,
where neither anger nor joy is felt.
There is no passion.
There is no neglect or interaction.
You don’t know where you stand
because you’re always on shifting sand.
You’re neither sure footed nor collapsing
under the weight of your own thoughts.
You’re just trapped.
Seemingly caught
in a net of your own making.
You just want to feel –
to know the hopes
your parents sold you are real
and attainable, and not just fables
and fairy tales.
You don’t know hatred or love.
You just know numbness
as if you’d been drugged
with a powerful anesthesia.
You are the walking dead
lost inside your own empty heart and head
wondering why you ever said,
“I do.”
-HymnAgen
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