APATHY

I move through every hour like I’m tracing empty lines Feel nothing in the spaces where my pulse once used to shine The world becomes a grayscale map of places I can’t feel Your memory drifts quiet like a ghost that never speaks It whispers through the corners where my thoughts refuse to heal And leaves me staring blankly at the ruin time conceals I’m drowning in a silence shaped exactly like a wall Too smooth to climb, too hollow to ignore I keep waiting for a feeling, any spark, any call But the wires in my chest don’t carry current anymore I feel nothing just the echo of a world I used to hold Nothing like the winter in the marrow growing cold Nothing just the static where a heartbeat used to fold Nothing every story locked in ice that won’t be told I try to touch the remnants of the person I once was But every recollection fades the second that it buzzes Into the empty spaces where my softness used to live Your absence is a quiet storm that never leaves a trace A numbness pressing gently but refusing to forgive And I forget the warmth I used to feel for your embrace I’m drowning in a silence shaped exactly like a wall Too smooth to climb, too hollow to ignore I keep waiting for a feeling, any spark, any call But the wires in my chest don’t carry current anymore I feel nothing just the echo of a world I used to hold Nothing like the winter in the marrow growing cold Nothing just the static where a heartbeat used to fold Nothing every story locked in ice that won’t be told If there’s a switch, I can’t find it. If there’s a spark, it died quiet. If there’s a heart here, it’s somewhere deep frozen under frost too thick to reach. Nothing just the echo of a world I used to hold Nothing like the winter in the marrow growing cold Nothing just the static where a heartbeat used to fold Nothing every story locked in ice that won’t be told