Revert

The tenderness of my heart, has grown unfamiliar,
Cold and scarred, he beats steady.
The vividness of emotion, has grown jaded,
All but a memory, forgotten already.
Timid and cautious, it feigns resilience,
Mocking without mirth, the pervading weariness.

Caught in a milieu, of chaos and disruption,
Every beat, is barely a flutter.
Gloom and grey, weigh heavy upon him,
His songs are sung, intoned as a mutter.
Yet he swells in solitude,
As he knows he is healing.
But he remains unsure of the return,
Of those familiar feelings.

_V.