The Winter Blossom

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