Posted in Poem

My emotions

My emotions are
Stashed away
In dreary dungeons
Of nauseated awareness.
As an automaton 
I go in the world
Sans tears, sans cry,
Sans voice, sans life.

PS: Well this is how I feel on seeing the world, near and far, around me. I long believed that progress and emotions can’t go hand in hand- either I choose progress and move ahead or be emotional and get stuck. Can I be progressively emotional or emotionally progressive?

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