Dying Senses

A Poem by Wem Ortiz

in 4 years, 7 months and 3 days Poetry No.5

The sounds of silence kills me
I am deaf, I cannot hear emotions
nor my heart beat , or my nose breathing
the shades of red in a scarlet roses has dried
turned pale, unsaturated and dies
all left was thorns, scattered on my foot
I cannot move, not noticing people pass through me
never have been this disoriented,
never have been this disorganized
never have been floated
as they wave hands, I’ve never missed
hi and hello’s with these people
I made plans on my own, I wonder why
I can no longer see,
I am blind by the winds, by its gloomy skies
by its cold spectrum,
Light has become hard to register
I can no longer see the strokes of my pencil
I can no longer see warmth feelings on my color wheel
I cannot feel, these numbness are sickening
it breaks my bones, disabling my nerves
it slows down my way of thinking,
thinking about food does not raise my appetite
I can no longer taste, I only recognized empty and bitter taste
I wonder If being sweet has become unnatural
added with preservatives. I am sick
I am ill, I have cold
I am sneezing, I cannot smell
fragrance has a low chance of passing on my system
it stops me from breathing, I can’t recognize that smell
I can survive life, yes I can endure the pain
as it constantly killing me, it kills me I say
it already did, by that day I died
and I continue life because It still beats
I know even if I can’t feel it, even if I can’t hear it
even if I can’t see it even if I can no longer taste it
it beats and yes it is still for you
but why did you let it be, if this happened to me
what happened to you?