Blurry

i feel heavy, and i don't know why.
i'm lukewarm and blurry,
just out of focus,
my brain isn't attached to my body,
not any more.
there's a cold setting deep
into my bones, and i drink
monsoons of tea
but the shiver lingers.

i have never done grey.
as a person, i am always black or white
hot or cold,
i don't care or i'm wildly passionate.
where's my passion now?
when moving an inch uses up all your energy
what reason do you have to open aching eyelids?
what could i possibly see
that will warm me past my
perpetual state of tepid?
what is it that could move me
to tears, laughter, anger?

anything but this dull lukewarm shudder.

- j.f.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Jodie, you've so eloquently captured the pain and despair most of have experienced in life. It's a hollow space that begs for color, life, action, change, and hope. And, hope is what I get when I read a poem like this... because you wrote it. Nice work!