Feel.

Another two are gone,
Their car engulfed in flames.
Onlookers reported hearing screams,
As if the family need know.
I’m numbed now, there’s been
Far too many.
Empathy and sympathy and hope
And love
I think I’m spent.
I don’t know when I stopped feeling
But it seems to come with age.
Drive or drink or fuck
But Christ, you can’t feel.