I am drifting.
The familiar saltwater body
Cast in shades of grey.
Bringing color to the world was never an option,
Not in this one anyways.
Since my lively heart stopped beating,
Shouldn't I feel nothing?
If my heart truly beats no more
then why must this awful feeling
Of trepidation and perturbation,
Continuing to grow,
Getting bigger,
And bigger,
And bigger.My mind is a scary place,
One that I know I'll have to face at some point,
But for now I find myself
Drifting.
Out to this never ending ocean of grey.
Every single grain of sand, no matter how small, pierces the soft skin of my toes.
I wander aimlessly,
Each footprint left behind disintegrating
As the waves crash over and over.
Just until they don't anymore
And for a moment,
Something in me changes.There is a clock inside of my rib cage.
Among my heart,
Packed in next to my lungs.
As they expand, it gets harder to breathe.
I take a deep, painful breath
Inhaling the sweet smelling breeze.
I make new footprints,
Hopeful that these ones might persevere.
But the water arrives once again,
and the clock stops ticking.
Yet,
I never staggered or fussed.
I have never felt confound, disquiet, maybe.
But never confound.
Dread was always a constant.
Nothing ever lasts,
So I wander,
And I wander
For what seems like forever
Time has stopped,
And so has my heart.
Then why am I still alive?
Is this a dream?
No,
This is a nightmare,
Except the fear is replaced with nothing but stone walls that protect
My cold, stilled heart.These walls are much stronger than I am.
I depend on them.
Every so often, I notice a small crack.
A sharp ping in my chest,
A shake in my legs,
A blur in my eyes.
I am
(I feel)
nothing
(yet everything at the same time).
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Footprints [poetry]
PoetryJust a short poem I wrote a little bit ago :) It touches on the feeling of numbness emotionally for me, but it is also up to interpretation.