My soul has stood silent for days
stunned back into hibernation by
the sudden loss of something inside
that I didn't know could be stripped away
I've fallen to my knees deep within myself
staring blankly at hands that must be mine
unable to identify with this vacant vessel
that seems to have changed while I wasn't watching
Everything is the same, yet jarringly different
a small, swift tectonic shift of self, shattering
the distorted funhouse mirror of my perspective
left standing transfixed by all the sparkling pieces
Too tired to try collecting every tiny shard
worse than empty, unable to be filled up again
maybe I'll just stay suspended here
in this slow, gawking numbness for now
Protect the Innocent 