Numb is but a feeling,
One my heart holds on,
Like an empty world that's wheeling,
Seeming to fall like a newborn fawn,
Is there nothing to set me free,
Nothing to save me now,
This hollowness consumes me,
Yet I cannot understand how,
I'm breathing in-yet drowning,
I'm screaming out-yet silent,
My leaves once green-now browning,
My once calm mind-now violent,
I'm a flower delicate and broken,
Numbed by something deep,
I will not blossom when spoken,
Instead I slowly weep
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Hazel Steele
Hello, my name is Hazel Steele. I primarily write fictional stories and poems. If requested, I will write works of non-fiction, as I enjoy research and studying.
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-H.L. Steele
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Comments (2)
Nice poetry.
Once green leaves now browning evokes a sense of internal conflict, your words convey a profound sense of sadness and vulnerability, may you find solace and healing in expressing your emotions through your art, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.