NumbingA Poem by Quattro HallNumb to the touch of reality. Numb to all thing with cold or warmth. A life no one should live. Never knowing what a hand would like. Never knowing the sting of ice as if rolls in your hand. Hopeless in fewer ways then any person should ever have to bear. A medley might let this person feel. When sounds make beautiful steam that may fill your heart. Hopping for impossibility a fools dreams but a dream none the less. Numb is how I feel, numb for what I have done. Done to myself and maybe have done to others. I have only but one question to ask? Can I learn to feel? © 2013 Quattro Hall |
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Added on February 18, 2013 Last Updated on February 18, 2013 Author
Quattro HallOHAboutI'm not a good writer. In fact I would say I don't know many people that are worst at grammar then me. Yet I know this, I am dyslexic. I had to teach my self almost everything I know in the ways of r.. more..Writing
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