Senseless

My eyes would see beauty, but
They are blinded by misery.
My ears would hear singing, but
They are deafened by wailing.
My hands would feel warmth, but
They are numbed from cold cruelty.
My mouth would taste honey, but
It is sickened with the bitterness of myrrh.
My nose would smell flowers, but
It is clogged from the stink of death.