Poem: Numbness


Questioning a defective soul.
Living to live,
Waiting to see,
Existing for revelation,
A gentle hand to remove the weighted shoal.

Painfully digging deeper,
Opening the wound,
Breaking the seal,
Tearing back calloused skin
Digging still
Closer toward the nerve with orgasmic anticipation
Waiting to feel.

Unsure why,
A stoic shell remains trapped in time
Separated from what was
Remnants distant and seared
Echoes of one reveared
Once felt love,
This life not my enemy lives on,
A spiraling journey along this thorned cinnamon vine.

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Kim Lynn 6 years ago

Excellent poem, enjoyed the thorned cinnamon vine!



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mylife=adventure 6 years ago from Wisconsin

Great writing, the numbness in life is sometimes the best and worst feeling you can ever feel. Thanks for sharing!

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