Emotionless

Every thought is a thought alone.
Mostly without reason - out of the zone.
One turns to two, two turns to three;
Then my mind takes a sail in the Great Barren Sea.
Independent of happiness, and regardless of anger,
Obscurity is what becomes of my last drop of color.
Nothing like expression returns to my shore,
Leaving this empty capsule like therein before.
Every pill and fix was on deck,
Since doctors and sirens,
Supposedly saved such a wreck.

Caroline Schmiermann
8/11/13