A TASTE FOR NOTHING

A glass of water stands untouched
For days on end.
The taste was once enough to make
A century feel brief.

Now every want arrives too late,
Already worn and thin.
I almost miss the ache of thirst
That used to pull me in.

The hours gather at my door,
The night repeats its name.
I know the things I once adored
Would never feel the same.

How strange, to outlive every curse
And find the smallest things the worst.
To carry on from year to year
And barely feel the passing here.

I used to hunger,
With no promise of relief.
Now I could watch the heavens burn
And never turn my face.

The silence deepens,
The stillness grows.
I've lost the taste
For what comes next.

And though the night keeps calling me,
Its voice is just another sound.
The world could turn beneath my feet
And I would barely look around.

The night has made its usual offer.
I let it pass unanswered.
Another feast, another hour,
Another thing that should have mattered.

Somewhere, a heart is keeping time.
I hear it through the walls.
Once, I might have followed it.
Tonight, I feel no call.

The years have left their marks on me,
Though none can see them show.
I have forgotten what it means
To want the things I know.

How strange, to outlive every curse
And find the smallest things the worst.
The days go by, the seasons turn;
There's nothing left I need to learn.

I used to hunger,
With no promise of relief.
Now I could watch the heavens burn
And never turn my face.

The silence deepens,
The stillness grows.
I've lost the taste
For what comes next.

And though the night keeps calling me,
Its voice is just another sound.
The world could turn beneath my feet
And I would barely look around.

Perhaps the weight was there before
I ever knew its name.
Perhaps I've grown so used to it
I scarcely feel the strain.

The years go on, the nights grow old,
The same old thirst remains.
I have the strength to carry on,
But nothing calls me from this place.

I've lost the taste for what comes next,
The will to chase, the need to reach.
The night can keep its promises;
They have no meaning left for me.

I've lost the taste for what comes next.
The hours pass; I let them be.
The water stands untouched.
It makes no difference to me.

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