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Null of Feeling

The empty air of the cosmos, sucking every life of void. You feel nothing, and 
yet, emptiness feels you. With deadened eyes that search nullity as if though the 
very nonexistence would apparate before your very own gaze. With Shadowed 
ground and fathomable dusk. Light, which, may not even glow, is as an eclipse, light 
hidden by walls of the mind. The cage of mental lies, you may call up, bring forth the 
sanity that you question. Insanity in Lunacy swallows up the mind.

        With no one to rely on, when no one is compelling enough to to trust, the mind 
falls apart in the darkness of thought. Ears, muffled of words and screams, rush and 
reel with the silence of the unbalance. Hands pulling, grasping, straining, to rip you 
apart, to hear your scream. Yet, no sound emanates from your throat. The pulling, 
grasping, and straining hands cause a dull ache. The scarring claws and nails are soft 
fingers against cold skin. Thrashing movements, ones you cannot understand, you 
register as your own. Screams filling mute ears, stifled sobs of desist now are clear in 
the smothered ears as water in a crystalline glass. Melancholy hidden in the words, 
singing out in pain.

       Bright walls seemed dulled, voices drowned out by grief-filled silence. Cold air, 
rushing through the empty space between lungs and skin, between cloth and flesh, 
warmth leaving your very being frozen. Not finding one fraction of detail to take in as 
solace in the darkness of this gloom. Crying out as If you were able to find an anchor 
and hold on. Said anchor is nowhere in sight as dark as the blackness of night, you 
cannot see. In this mind of mental lies, everything is as an illusion. Reality is just as 
cold and foreboding as the dusk of light when the dark of your shadows begin to 
creep out to spread black fingers of cold, into your very soul.






I actually wrote this when I was in 7th Grade, what do you guys think?

We were supposed to choose and emotion and right it out, I chose the Null of 
Emotion, or simply, the emptiness of them.

Copyright © Patricia Janero | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 7/7/2016 1:30:00 AM

Patricia Janero, nicely penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. Luv **SKAT**
Date: 12/27/2010 10:01:00 AM

I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Patricia. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. You can look to the left side of the main page and find lots of information on PoetrySoup including contests by members of PoetrySoup and contests by the PoetrySoup site also. Wishing you a Happy New Year. Love, Carol
Date: 12/21/2010 5:32:00 AM

7th grade?! That must've been some school you went to. lol This piece was truly strong and gripping. Well done, Patricia!
Date: 12/20/2010 9:36:00 AM

Welcome to Poetry Soup.. enjoyed your creativity today ..interesting is your theme.. sharing with other poets is the joy of Poetry Soup.. check out the contests .. with luv..

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