NUMB
Familiar
that’s how things look
but I can’t recognize them
my memory is shrouded
by a black fog
that blurs my eyes
from discerning the figures
from the shadows.
The bottle is full
but it spins too fast and
I can’t bring myself
to choose what’s good
from what’s bad.
My heart is confused from
the compulsive beating
of the forces that
pillage outside.
The sun is out
it’s enticing me laugh
but I can’t force my lips
to form the slightest trace
of a smile.
They are numb
from the cold
from the alienation
from the isolation
from the silence
from not being kissed.
The heat is not enough to melt the icy heart.
The light is not enough to brighten the murky mind.
There’s some hope left, but there’s no more love.
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