Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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Nothing is fun,

Not anymore,

All is hollow knocking,

On unyielding doors.

Who was I,

When I was happy?

Could I return?

Am I lacking?

I see the sun,

I feel its kiss,

I feel no warmth,

Am stranger to bliss.

And so I walk,

This road alone,

Only shadows follow,

Wherever I go.