Words just do not seem to form
Just like the sleep that eludes despite exhaustion.
Or the dreams that I hope I dream
But are erased the morning after
Pain in my shoulders
The hum of the AC
Billy Joel wailing “It’s my life”
Some signs that I am alive
Can one breathe and still be dead?
Can numbness be permanent?
Seen times of joy, sorrow, anger, desperation, exasperation and more
But now is the time for being numb.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
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There there...
I like it...
you found a place poetry comes from...
Continue writing...
there are many more such places...
I'm not sure I want you to visit all of them though!
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