Apathy

There was joy once

There was sorrow

There was a confusing mixture of the two

There was hatred

Boiling over

Disgust and fear with caused a little thrill

There was anger that made my body shake

There was triumph that did the same

There was desire that clouded everything

And then there was nothing

There was drive once

Inner horse power

Fuelled a revolution

There was anguish

There was longing

A sense of dread which gripped me to my core

There was defeat that left me feeling drained

Explosions of arousal, that felt the same

Emptiness so palpable that it had mass

And then there was nothing

There was interest

And contentment

A floating pleasant feeling

There was awe

There was wonder

A reverence even for the profane

There was guilt and shame which made my stomach quake

Anticipation that did the same

There was fantasy that overrode it all

And then there was nothing