miserable to be the stone

Miserable to Be The Stone.
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It seems as though
the part of me that
was beginning to
feel again has faded
back into the cold
recesses of My Head.

Why must I pick
apart the world
like a scab?

Surrounding myself
with The Dead.

Unable to smile
or laugh.

Must it all be a
"process" for me?

Mechanical
simulations going
through various
Motions within
a Vast Machine?

Void of anything
which resembles
or constitutes
"Soul."

It's miserable
to Be The Stone
I once found
Comfort In.

(Damned by
The same
Indifference
that I once
Extolled.)

j.stephen.h.