Lonely, wandering among those who had fallen in love Among those who were feeling both good and bad, both calm and mad He realized he was frozen Nothing could affect him, not even happiness He could feel nothing except for emptiness No more restlessness No more jealousy, no more hate He was dead, though physically living Trying desperately to throw away his emotional armour To live life once again with so much ardour Ten years were supposed to pass Till this curse would fade away To live once more there was a price to pay To get through both joy and pain To walk under both bright sunshine and heavy rain Never to kill the pain. LOVE LIFE, EVEN THE BAD PARTS. TO FEEL SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN TO FEEL NOTHING AT ALL.
Yet, where would we be without our "emotional armour"? It is properly our "curse." Intriguing effort!
