For What Is To Come

I have become
comfortably numb--
cumbersome in love...
I, a former flood,
am left with no thrum--
my heart lies mum.
It's as though I've
done dried up.
Are there no re-fills
for what is to come?
In my time, I've leaked
more than some...
But to this apathy
I will to not succumb;
I, a well once full,
am thus plumbed.

©2008 RA