A poem I wrote recently. It was just to basically vent. And isn’t my best work, but here it is anyway.
Rusted black, and pale white.
Nothing here, not through these eyes.
Undress me from inside.
So maybe I can see color through these dark veil colored lies.
Turn me inside out, so maybe I can finally breathe from with in.
Yes, I’m covered in skin. But I feel nothing.
If my skin was just a little bit colder, you’d think I were dead.
But no, that only happens in my dreams while I lay in bed.
These chemicals in my head are no longer racing.
It’s too bad, because time keeps wasting and I just keep staying where I am.
Going no where, because of this.
Who knew feeling sad is something I would miss.
Better than nothing, right?
At least I’d feel something..
Great written……Keep it up.
Thanks
Numbness is the name
Come and take away the pain
Numbness and Apathy
Are all one in the same
Just a way to hide the hurt inside
And forever live a lie
That little poem thing was inspired by your poem by the way. Grant it, I have already read this a while ago but sometimes you get a deeper understanding when reading something twice!
P.S. I really should get back to those projects I have been commissioned to do. lol.
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