I feel numb. I want to stick pins in my arm to see if I feel pain. I search the internet looking for a fix; another useless effort A drug I need to experience myself again I need to know I am whole again The beams in my eyes are bent and splintered The treads on my shoes are clogged with other peoples gum The day is long and tired The night is still a relief for the spirit My hair is flowing across my face My hair is growing and I will not cut a one I have been at my post all day for a year I need some relief The winter frigid claws and scratches at the window To get at my light my faith my truth A cold air and night inside and out betrays the seriousness The cold the frightening day of sorrow and torment Buffeted by belief systems and amalgams. Serendipity is everywhere and so so bombarding Survival fighting for it and getting sleepy Too tired to fight anymore but too proud to Just give up and turn in my sheets.
Hey Brother, Don't give up...you have so much to offer. I am left with a very melancholy feeling after reading your poem. Maybe it is because I am able to relate it to you. blessings, N
