barren

My heart is broken, my soul is torn, my conscience is bare, I feel nothing for the world it has forgotten me. I wake everyday to nothing a empty room, a empty bed,a empty life where I've been cast into a limbo. I'm looked over and invisible to all, I'm a dead man breathing with nothing to share, no voice, no vision, no purpose, a husk of a man. I feel no pain, I feel no love, I'm barren as a wasteland torn to bits by the scorn of my inner self always with its doubts and dispair whispering inside my head. I can't let go, I can't be free of this curse that was thrown upon me so I shall live in obscurity among the abyss waiting for the day that I might feel bliss.