Why can't I feel anything?
It's warm.
The hot tingling sensation on my skin,
The sparkles from the sun,
The laughter and chattering.
All of this heat
Turned into a single drop of wax
Running down a burning candle.
The droplet drips onto my finger.
Am I meant to feel pain?
Why can't I feel anything?
Darkness . . .
It's windy.
The colourful leaves fly around me
The trees shake,
The screams of joy.
The wind swoons in
It sweeps me off my feet.
A pain on my cheek,
A drop of blood,
It drowns me in a crimson lake.
Why can't I feel anything?
Darkness . . .
It's pretty.
The growth of plants,
The blooming flowers.
A time to be born again.
The vibrant green grass,
It consumes me.
Dragged into a pit of hell.
A cycle of death.
The end is nearing.
Why can't I feel anything?
Darkness . . .
It's cold.
The snow,
The sleighing,
Having fun.
But it's dark,
Frosty,
I'm shivering,
Hands numbing.
Finally, death.
Why can't I feel anything?
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Poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've written. They are quite dark, so beware. Also, if you have any comments or advice please mention it. Thank you.
