My mind feels empty its thought’s devoid of worth
Constantly playing a conversation that dies in birth
The mere attempt to grasp that which I cannot see
Is the futile exploit of a conscious struggling to breathe
Begging and pleading to remember it’s anchor once again
Drifting motionless in silence as smile and voice pretend
A practised dance that offers nothing but is far from shy
Deflects unanswered questions never once hearing “why?”
As what answer to give could describe how I succumb
To an overwhelming feeling that my mind is simply numb