Numb:
the hollow sting
like a paper cut
as the ashes are sifted
with such tender grace
you think it could be bliss
the winds blow
and end you away
more pieces spred out
more lost from the pile
more dreams
of lovely grey
a dream
where
it can be numb
for a while
a place
where the splendor
and color are bled
from the memories
a time you wish you
could never wake from
a moment
where it doesn't hurt
the splendor
unsoured by pain
is never there
just a fog of nothingness
not even air
and you long
to make it last forever
like a smell
once on your sweater
kept over your pillow
fade away
a memomory of grey
a melody upon
heart strings, so numb
heard day by day
and they say
life's just begun
while it feels over
and final
as the winds fade away
To yourself
you're lying
as your soul
sits there crying
darkness denying
but no longer trying
Dead and dying
Awake I'm trying
Looking forth
through valley horizons
Above the clouds mountain tops
Free falling, vertical drop
solidly grounded
running the world
from one spot
See me there
I'm gone
lost and found
unclaimed
gathering dust
Don't want to be sane
So tired
There's never a dream
the pain's so numb
soaking the sun
missing the moon
everyone just
living for themselves
having fun
foolishly lavish
wishing myself away
there's nothing left to say
Kaloriinn, J. Mason
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