Numb

Numb

A Poem by BrokenWishbone

I was shot by another arrow,
but this time I don't feel anything.
I wonder how's that even possible.
So when I pull it out my chest
and taste the blood dripping from its pointed head,
it's bitter and cold.
When I realized what's happening to me,
I hear the thunder roars
and I start to laugh victoriously.

© 2017 BrokenWishbone


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Added on April 2, 2017
Last Updated on April 2, 2017
Tags: Numb, pain, cold, bitter, life