I fear something has broken.
Something quite deep within me.
I have no desire to find
What exactly it could be.

I fear something has died.
Its death filling within me.
It cannot be my pride,
Surely not my vanity.

Perhaps memory’s token
Has finally shattered.
I do wish things like that
Never, ever mattered.

Perhaps it is empathy
that never fails to depart,
Perhaps it is the will to hope,
belief, or simply the heart.

But something has broken!
I’m sure! That much I know!
But I am too tired now
To be bothered anymore.