I am still
without movement
still
without pain
still
without a thought of why I am
still
without the clarity to cloud my being
still
without what I need to be me

I am still
without action
still
without reaction
still
without the patience to really know
still
without the vision to answer my calls
still
without what I think really is me

I am still
without desire
still
without question
still
without the answers I’d like to know
still
without the questions I’d wish I’d asked
still
without what I believe should have been me

I am still
without fear
still
without malice
still
without the feelings to confirm my being
still
without the numbness to confirm my departure
still
without what I know really isn’t me

I am still
without

I am still

I am

Still