My Senses are Alive, But am I?
When nothing feels like it should
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The teardrop feels cold against my cheek
I sit here, still
Listening to the sound of silence
My sadness echoes; it’s deafening
My skin feels cold to the touch
Like the dead of the night
I can’t move. I’m frozen
I long for the touch of love
But the warmth hurts me
I grasp the hot mug with my icy hands
I take a sip. It burns me
But the pain comforts me
It tastes only of the salt of my tears
It smells of empty feelings
Nothing good happens to me
I drop the mug. It spills like my hopes
That’s how quickly my happiness dies
I’m alone with my thoughts again
The cold air hits the back of my neck
It’s sharp, like a jolt of lightning
Bringing the rain of tears again
The pain is louder than thunder
I can’t hear myself cry. I’m numb.
About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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Comments (2)
I could share this with my counselor & she'd understand me better than anything I might volunteer on my own. Hauntingly, poignantly, sadly, accurately beautiful in all its numbness & despair.
Great description, very immersive imagery!