Uncomfortably Numbed
Gauzy enough to hide myself
Vague enough to be fog
As though in a trance, I glide along
every step taking more than I have
more than I could begin to contemplate having
more than I can stand
dragging on my arms like deadweights
the sky crushing down on my soul
the world washed in shades of grey
all undiscernable one from the other
no up no down
no sad or happy
no angry or upset or bad or good
or anything at all
no sides
thoughts billow around me
cushioned against the onslaught by this haze of indifference
blows softened until I can barely feel them trying to force thier way in
cries diminished until they sound like the wind
nothing touches
nothing reaches
nothing penetrates this miasma of numb
my soul hard and slate like the world outside
except the one minute part of my soul - anathema to me here
that screams and flails
making the numb
not so comfortable
anymore
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