My heart stopped beating last night
It had only begun truly beating not so long ago
But I had become accustomed to the familiar patter
Now it has gone quiet
I continue to breathe
I still feel the need to eat
But there’s no passion behind it
I can still walk
And see
But even as I write this
There’s a cold washing over me
A darkness descending
The colors, so recently revealed to me
Are returning to gray
Yet within that dire world
There is refuge
From that which stopped my heart