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"Numb" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on December 30, 2014
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Numb

To feel; something new

Face up to acceptance

Back unto the fold

A vast sea; unto the future

Swimming in space

Free

To well up with hope

As we fathom of escaping our destiny

As we make our world

We must make it

As we make our selves

Numb


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Hi Dana, I was feeling that way specifically that day, nothing less, nothing more.... More so, it is about accepting a higher being and those who choose not to accept a higher being bombard themselves with sensations; releasing chemicals into the brain, and as we do this over and over again we become numb... We want to be something more (fathom escaping our destiny= death and then what?)... "As we make our world" = man creating things, instead of accepting God; pursuing science and technology in vain... "We must make it" = the continuation of creating things over and over again; over sensationalizing our world to get that chemical released in our brain = "as we make ourselves" = we become machines, without spirit, less than human, we become mechanical and the chemicals eventually stop paying off and we are left with a numb emptiness.... So therefore we must find an alternative to this over saturation of our senses and find our sixth sense= spirituality. Overall it is a vague poem, but the first half is myself laying in my bed and thinking about accepting God vs accepting humanity and the rabble and the numb repetition of sensations it brings.

      EWF

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      Dana Tate 2 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      Lately I have been feeling numb. As many changes in my life has left me feeling hopeless. Sometimes I don't know if I'm coming or going. Not understanding if change that appears bad may eventually turn out for good. But in the end finding acceptance because after all, what else can I do. Thanks for sharing Eric.