Numb

I can't feel a thing-

Terribly numb, I reach for confort
From this loneliness I seek faith
I have nothing to hold on to.

I am the strength in motion
I am the machine that makes this mind a home.
I am not confortable,
I am not rising,
I am just waiting.

I can't breathe.
But somehow I manage to pull this off
This simulation of death in life.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

a very cynical piece. also expresses despair. this is rich in metaphors. evokes empathy. excellent job.