Uninclined

I am not inclined to emotions,
to expressions
the way you are
or I have lately become less inclined.
And while you may gush over
your outpoured ministerings
they don't mean much
they don't affect my existence
they may minisculely
brighten my day
Although at the same time
I may remain aloof
about your absence
but inside I'm breaking
inside, I'm not even aware
because these walls
that have clogged too much space
haven't let anything to be felt
so whatever you show I mirror
without conscience
without second thought
Inklings
Waves of emotions
are only cold distant words
So lie upon my shoulder
sweet stranger
for I may listen
but I don't feel.