Numbed

Numbed by constant days of “suffering”

Here I sit, content

Meandering and imagining

The better days that once were

And still are

So very far away

Numbed by constant days of hoping

Here I sit, contained

Reaching in and reaching out

For things I'll never have

Or even deserve

As such a man

Numbed by constant days of hunger

Here I sit, appeased

An appetite in longing

Be it full or famished

Always wondering:

What will come next?