hidden under a blanket of numb
your fire
has expired
sending up exhausted
puffs of steam
the dullness in your eyes
comes
because the capacity for smiles
was destroyed with the tears
that all lie dried up
in a dark well
that now echoes
daily with
a silent lament
heavily obscured
underneath
the cover of numb
I identify with numb. I know it to well. Great writing. ๐
Thanks..I am so glad not to be numb these days ๐..
Yes, i love when I’m not numb.๐
Sometimes, forcing ourselves to become, numb, that is, the only way we have, to, survive…
True
This is full of melancholy, yet so so beautiful ! โค
I feel that numbness, more power to you ๐
Yes it makes me sad seeing people go through this. I am grateful not to be numbed out…I wanted to spe a k for this.