the effects of numbing

the effects of numbing

A Poem by Sarah Ramsbottom

I'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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Sarah Ramsbottom
Sarah Ramsbottom

Where boys fear to tread, Canada



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