Millions of feelings run through him
Yet not a drop of blood
runs through his veins

No longer does he hear
His life revolves around touch

The promise of pleasure

Never
Does he rely on his senses
Senses are irrelevant
It’s about his heart

the sun rises each morning
The same way it sets
And the moon
no longer
does it bear a heavy shadow over him

The only feeling that he isolates
is regret