The Senses of Losing Hope

The smell, it's always strong.
The strength makes up for whats missing in their souls.
The smell has a bitter undertone but mostly smells sickly sweet.

The sound, is as after anything so big and loud,
deafeningly silent.
So silent your ears feel ready to crush with pressure like going too far underwater.

The taste, bitter and salty.
Bitter from the happiness lost as a small world crashed down.
Salty from the flood of tears like a tsunami crushing dreams.

The feel, inside like the crush of being below an earthquake.
Outside, numb, like your foot falling asleep before the prickly feeling.

And the sight, one of the worst.
Only like itself;
The Lost of Hope