Enough

It’s the simplest feeling,
But the hardest to describe
To be incomplete and empty
With nothing real inside.

My thoughts don’t come quickly
It’s like I’m a stranger,
This mood means something
Indicates some form of danger.

Soft buzzing of vacant thoughts
Flit around my weary mind,
I blink, with these newborn eyes
Falling further and further behind.

Talking and moving too slow,
On a twelve second delay
The wind fails to thrill me
And I can’t see clouds of grey.

I can't see the people
Who just pass me by,
I'd follow them to nowhere
But it's too hard to try.

There are few who stop,
With concern in their eyes
But there’s nothing really wrong
And I can’t seem to cry.

So tell me, if you know
What’s happening to me?
Why does nothing affect me,
Why am I living in a memory?

I collapse but I’m not tired,
I’ve just had enough
I feel his hand reach across me
Touch of his palms, so rough.