Broadcast

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.