Dysphoria

I can see the stars above,
but I cannot feel the night,
I can see the new day rising
but I cannot feel its light,
the heat on my face,
the warmth on my skin,
such a beautiful affinity
my senses won’t let in, 
I’ve lost the art,
to understand my heart, 
I can feel it beating
but it’s just a spare part,
there’s a disconnect, 
a lack of sensation
a chronic state of
derealization