No Longer In Me

It makes me sad that

flowers no longer hold my gaze

and let them linger

My heart is not growing any softer

The more I see, the less I understand

The more I feel, the less I can sense.

Catching falling stars

is no longer essential

in my dreams.

To be heard

is no longer the purpose

of my screams.

And it makes me sad that

I don't know where I'm going,

which sun I'll be seeing

in the morning.