the effects of numbingA Poem by Sarah RamsbottomI'm Numbing Pondering putting my head in the oven I'm Numbing Taking a bath with a toaster I'm Numbing Sleeping with the fish I'm Numbing Wearing cement Shoes I'm Numbing Running with Scissors I'm Numbing Sticking a screwdriver in a light socket I'm Numbing Ingesting a bottle of Advil I'm Numbing Walking into Heavy traffic I'm Numbing Maybe today I'll awake from this dream. I'm Numbing Maybe the stories are the same, and the I'm Numbing endings never change. I'm Numbing I'll awake tomorrow, with a cloud on my I'm Numbing tongue. With a whisper in my ears. I'm Numbing With hope in my heart, with love on my I'm Numbing mind. Then again, maybe I'll never wake I'm Numbing again. Never feel another sunny day, feel I'm Numbing warmth on my skin. Never feel another body I'm Numbing against mine, am I a reflection of I'm Numbing someone who lived before me? Am I a I'm Numbing reflection of something to come? I'm Numbing Am I a reflection of lost souls, trapped I'm Numbing between two panes of glass? I'm Numbing I've tried to strip myself of my daily I'm Numbing misdeeds. A hard task, when you become so I'm Numbing acustomed to the pain. When you need that I'm Numbing hurt to perform. (salt for yuor wounds) I'm Numbing I'm a picture of a person,with the right I'm Numbing amount of arms and legs. With a painted on I'm Numbing smile, two button eyes. A ball of sting I'm Numbing posing as a heart. I wish I could see myself I'm Numbing through your eyes. I wish I could see me the I'm Numbing way you do, or once did. I wish I could see I'm Numbing my weakness, instead of feeling it. Its hard I'm Numbing to except losing something so pure, its I'm Numbing hard understanding that things are gone never I'm Numbing returnng to the way they once were. That one I'm Numbing day I will awake, and everything I knew may I'm Numbing disappear. That a random day in your life I'm Numbing could mean the ending of your self. Its hard I'm Numbing to except that everything has a beginning and I'm Numbing an end. © 2012 Sarah Ramsbottom |
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Added on November 14, 2012 Last Updated on November 14, 2012 AuthorSarah RamsbottomWhere boys fear to tread, CanadaAboutJoin me in a death dance we can play the songs of a thousand departed souls. Random as the wind more..Writing
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