I have never felt invincible,
the way uncreative people say
that young people are supposed to feel.
If anything, as I've grown older,
my emotions have slackened their grip,
given in to pleas for mollification.
There are days that I feel nothing more
than a distant drip of denial,
nights where I sleep without incident
and wake without feeling anything
at all.
And it could be that those days and nights,
are slowly increasing in frequency,
and when it's time to die I may feel
nothing at all.
