Emotional Paralysis

Wasteland

I am a wasteland at heart,
Deadened by the tumult
I could never arbitrate.
My mind lies in the dust
Of this emotional paralysis,
Never progressing, never moving,
Strapping me to a memory
That’s better left forgotten.
My psyche’s been devastated
By this apocalypse you’ve waged,
Laying waste to all the color
That once painted this canvas,
Muddying what’s left into a cesspool
Of mellifluous virulence
Comprised of all the beauty
That had once flourished in my soul.
It’s not as painful as it sounds
Because, like the earth once scorched,
No trace of pain lingers;
There is nothing left.
The land is dead and oblivious,
No longer able to support life
And good for nothing.

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