one's hollow selfish cry

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I feel nothing, place nor pain.
Numb’s where I exist.
Empty, hollow shell in wane,
sinks in mental mist.
To and from, appearance vague
for direction of each thought.
Comprehension is simply plagued,
by more than can be fought.
No will to fight, subdued am I
my knowledge, a sleeping joke.
Breath deeply drawn, exhale and sigh,
once more, alone I woke.
Felt the day, in part and piece,
time stared back at me.
It also laughed, but then ceased,
the joke it could not see.