Like a zombie,
Numb,
In the freezing cold,
Can't feel a thing.
Exhausted,
But not tired,
Parched,
But not thirsty.
A pinch,
Feels like nothing,
A punch,
Doesn't hurt.
I don't ache,
But my muscles,
They are so,
So tired.
Fear creeps up me,
Grief and despair,
But I cry not for sadness,
I cry for the lost hope of,
Something called happiness.
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Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
