I have fought so long
against the numbness,
the negative coping.
Yet I long for its return.Bustling anxiety steals
sleep from behind my eyes.
The apathetic soul calls for release
to fight the tightened chest.Past are the days
when flesh called for knives
to remember what feeling
felt like.Which demon do I allow dominion?
I am not strong enough to fight both.
The bite of a blade for the frosted mind
or electric shocks to a frantic heart?
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesiePoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...