Anesthesia

not written in a good mood.

 

 

The bitter bite tempting my tongue

To suck harder on the acrid justification

For my impassive state

 

Maybe the sinking, numbing mercy

Will dull this agony beyond the incalculable

Lessen the torment to something

I can cry about

Scream about

Whimper for

Anything but this glazed empty stare

Into hope abandoned and eloquent despair

 

Nether knowing nor caring to know

That life awaits on the cusp of waking

Eyes open and jaws ready

My sword gone and my shield heavy

Prepared to rend what’s left of me

My fragile gossamer veil of compassion

I welcome Apathy.

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

This was wonderful. Taking me through a whole range of thoughts and feelings. Seeing a person that is so sick of themselves and what they have become waiting for an end to come but with no fear. Even making a last ditch effort to stand fight, knowing it is death that surely awaits them here and now. I think this scene plays in my head with such a vivid imagery it still lingers in there after I read this for the 4th time. I really enjoyed this as it was a most fitting piece for me to read after the crap a*s week I am having at work.


Great jOb!!!!!

[Michael]

Catharsis of a kind until the range exhausts itself leaving the user with the indescribable though you feeling just the same whether you like it or not there it is flowing inside you, in your thoughts, in your veins, though perhaps I read further into the meaning than the one that is there. Otherwise a very different kind of poem from ones I usually see on here.

[Orlando Murcia]

This was a strong piece
I liked the words you used throughout
this brilliant poem

You did a great job writing this

Job well done!

Orlando M

[The Viking]

I welcome Apathy...how powerful. It seems the narrator of this poem has no longer the conviction to fight against a world of ceaseless troubles. The agony, the pain, and despair she fought with the sword of her words for so long has seemed to overwhelm her, and now she just wants the numbing mercy of depression to cast a shield over her and make her short harrowing journey to death more bearable. It seems banality is her anesthetic. Nicely penned, another "giving up" piece, which is regrettable to read, but beautiful in it's own way. We all have to deal with depression somehow.