Temporarily Souless Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I truely am hopeles.
I sit so quietly,
a dog with it's tail between it's leg.
I coudn't move, couldn't blink.
I stared into nothing,
I heard voices, noises.
People moving fast paced around me,
still it didn't register.
I was temporarily souless.
I felt nothing, loved nothing.
I sank deeper into a unforgiving state.
I could feel the tingle in the back of my mind,
from the medication tormenting me.
It was a numb, I could've only hoped for.
It was a lie, an illusion,
but I'd still enjoy it.
I became blank,
and unreadable.
I could hear my pulse,
over the familiar voices.
My leg had rythmically tapping,
unwillingly as usual.
I almost felt the sharp sting of guilt,
prick my throat.
But through it all,
nothing much mattered.
I dropped my head,
and realized, this was a lonely lie.
A fate I'd written for myself,
edited and published.
There'd be no recall.
I've fallen the lowest,
I've ever been.
It's the comfort I'd misplaced,
after losing my father.
My conscience keeps whispering,
you know it must be done.