A World Untouched

A World Untouched
By: Joseph Michael Webb
October 21, 2009

Why does the fire freeze me?
Why does it look black and empty?
Why can’t I feel the pain apply?
My skin should crack and fry…

From all these pressures I should feel dismay
Though they look as though many miles away.
My obscure, desolate life has become a bore
As well as fragmenting into a grizzly chore

Living forever in this stew-like fog
Would be like reading just the prologue. 
For there is no joy or anger apart
Lurking in this black pit called a heart

My soul is passionless for there is no light
The heat that once sustained me won’t ignite
It now lives forever in far away regions—
Cutting my veins and giving me lesions

The vigor that was once so dear
Has fled me for someone—it’s clear
I want to feel a world of pain and jubilation
Both necessary for our realization