The empty sea

When did I stop feeling?

That sun warmed wind hitting my hanging hand
Or that gleeful roll around the grass, pleasurable and itchy.
…Those times only exist in memory

When did life become so tasteless?

The nutty aroma of my steamy black coffee
Or the layers of flavor in my favorite curry
…My senses have left to find my mind

When did the ringing start?

The throbbing pain from my stress
bubbling and throwing up my dreams
…I’ve laid down and accepted my fate

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