Lonely Apathy Poem by Yiling Ding

If there is anything worse than acidic passion,
it is the freezing of the heart and
the awkward silence. The feelings fail to respond
to the queries and so all becomes disjointed:
I can no longer tell what I am feeling, because
the heart is too far away, in its wintry darkness,
removed from reality. Tortured by its own
desperate loneliness, it now turns within, inside out,
baring its pain for the mind to see, and indulging
in its own solitude, where loneliness is
inconceivable.

And the ice burns. Supernova. Leaving behind
destruction of a massive emotion that was first stirred
by loneliness. Now it is a black hole, its gravity
pulling away from me all feeling, until my mind is left with
nothing but nothingness. Ether.

Apathy.
No longer the feelings stir, and my mind is left
all alone, without the heart to guide it, accompany it.
The heart's silent replies
confuse me.