Numb that's how I feel.
How could any of this be real?
The pain comes in waves,
out of desolate caves.
I can't feel it.
Every hit.
I wish I could feel.
Maybe then I'd break the seal,
of my emotions broken.
A then I could be soft spoken.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
