One Job

One Job

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

a new kind of numb
not devoid of emotion
but not doggy-paddling in it either
it's like I'm wandering around
in clothes that are sopping wet
not heavy
but enough to still feel it
I wobble when I stand
fingers tremble as I type
cheeks tingle coldly
stomach doesn't grumble
I just wanted to feel something
but if the medication makes me feel
nothing at all
then is it doing its job?

© 2016 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Added on November 6, 2016
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Emmy J.M. Powell
Emmy J.M. Powell

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22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..

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