Numb
Every loss accepted,
This, my weakest path,
The earth begins to crumble
I’m feeling sorrow’s wrath.
A bridge that can’t support me
Becomes my promised route.
Promises that withered
Prior to this pursuit.
Tiring words are spoken,
Shattering emotion.
A simple dream, not started
And I’m tired of the notion.
The notion that I’m right,
That love doesn’t exist,
That numbness accompanies
Even when I’m kissed.
The Numb by Katalyn Louis Parks, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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Beautiful:)