From the bottom of my heart

numb

I touch, but do not feel
I taste, but do not sense
I hear, but do not react
I am
A set of bones,
A body of blood, and
A system of complicities.

Tell my anaesthetist he
overdosed me
Or my Jolene not to mourn me.

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*Jolene is just an arbitrary name for the persona's lover.

A/N: This poem is about the persona becoming an empty shell, a shadow of who he once was (although the reason for that is unknown to the reader).

P.S. Not about me.