The Feeling Is Gone
My feeling is gone like the warmth in winter, leaving me cold like an icy splinter
A feeling so hollow deep down inside, a gaping maw from which I cannot hide
Like a endless void consuming my heat, eating my insides so I'm incomplete
My feeling is gone like the old man’s youth, my feeling is gone and that’s the truth
I feel no joy in the summers sweet sun, there is no exhilaration in my fastest run
I feel no love in the babe’s soft eyes and I feel no pain in their harshest cries
No doubt or pity are felt in this heart, not one ounce of emotion can I impart
My feeling is gone like an old man’s youth, my feeling is gone and that’s the truth
My feeling is gone like a seed on the wind, the innocence of man who know he has sinned
Like a man of tin I grind through the days, waiting to die and counting the ways
The motions of life hold no interest for me, an unfortunate rocking like a boat on the sea.
My feeling is gone like an old man’s youth, my feeling is gone and that’s the truth
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2008
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