Monday Poetry Train-Uncomfortably Numb

I’ll have to pull out a spooky poem next week.  This one called to me this week. 🙂

 

Uncomfortably Numb

Mind anesthetized.
Senses under siege.
Scent, touch, taste.
A life,
Wrapped in gauze.

Emotions once swelled.

Dominated.

Now loom out of reach.

Trapped,

In unrealized dreams.

 

Numb is not comfortable.

An endless recycling

Of gray,

With an under-smell

Of decomposition.

 

The yearn remains.

Burrows with sharp claws.

Thickens. Suffocates.

Until it consumes,

And blankets the sky in ash.

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Take a ride on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train and be inspired!