Anaesthetized.

Sunny skies and breezy clouds may pass by

Moonlit starry nights may come and go

No longer do they mean the things they used to;

Numbness is all I can sense.

People move in and out of life;

Yet little does it matter anymore.
Because it's all an ephemeral mirage

And the lonely desert haunts no more.

Memories are all that remain in me,

Some embellished and fabricated, some hazy and unclear

And yet, I cling on to them not with hope;

But because they are all I have.

Perhaps imagination has given wings

To dreams that shall die unfulfilled

Perhaps they are all I shall ever have.

Or maybe they may arise and fly high and true

Like the phoenix from the midst of ashes.

But until that glorious moment arrives;

Under the scorching heat, remain resilient.