That I'm Asked Of

Doesn't even give regret

Things beyond words I'm asked of

By that of who I love

And given no words of remorse

Given no context

Given no plan or course

Nothing to show or reflect

Given no companionship,

From who I worship and cherish, in fact.

Still to be not enough

All this, a continued bluff.

Just what have I become?

All I ask now, is for all to be numb.