just past anhedonia

somewhere, just past anhedonia,
south and west of north ennui,
there's a feeling never noticed,
not by one like her.
                           so she

sat down with her lack of interest,
just indifference for a friend,
where she knew no joy or sorrow,
since she could not feel.
 
                          the end

 

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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