i don't have the ambition to find the correct words for how i am feeling, if you could call the state of absolute numbness a feeling.
perhaps it is because not feeling anything is still feeling something. i just wish something could get me out of bed in the morning. i wish something could cook me breakfast or make my lunch or possibly put dinner on the table, because i sure haven't been. i wish something didn't form itself to be a lump in my throat or sweat on my palms. i wish something would stop my heart and breath from becoming irregular, and i wish something would let me feel anything. anything other than this numbness that has consumed me.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
