Alone

Lost in the world around me,

as if detached from everything;

a ghost among the living.

No sensations.

No breeze can be felt,

despite the shaking of the leaves.

No warmth, despite the fire in the hearth.

Not even numbness

but the absence of it.

The lives outside pass by,

as if on a far-off movie screen.

People living their lives

all with hopes and dreams.

Yet here I am.

Adrift.

Aimless.

Hurting without pain.

A spectral mist;

insubstantial

in body and purpose.

Alone