Emotionless State of Being

Short Poem with no feelings

I don’t feel happy, sad, or glad.

Very bland.

I’m just here taking up space,

moving through space,

finding space

space to be alone

therefore, I stare into space.

Cry for what.

Smile for what.

Laugh for what.

Being emotionless fits the bill.

Bland.

They won’t know me or feel me

On the other hand

I’m not trying to be emotionless it just is,

so desensitized by the world.

Nothing amazes me, terrifies me, or saddens me

moving through the day as an emotionless being

straight face, no wrinkle lines thou.

Keep it cute.

Close the blinds

keep it dark,

no spark

Just Be!

You will never know me.

Stoic!

Emotionless State of Being

©Nichole Nichole