I shiver though it's not cold,
I cry though there is no great sorrow,
Just an empty numbness,
That seems to encircle me in its cruel arms,
Not letting any happiness pass,
Not letting any positivity last.
My thoughts are haywire,
My eyes are lifeless and lost somewhere,
And something silently ebbs away it feels,
Like a part of me has been torn away,
Like I'll never be able to feel,
Complete again.
I try to understand what's going on,
Why I cry hearing old songs,
Why it's all a blinding haze,
Why I feel I'm just going round and round,
In some malicious maze.
And there it is again,
Just an empty numbness.
A silent response,
To all my furtive questions.
A response not responsive at all,
For it leaves me wondering,
What is it that I am missing?
I'm searching, yet I am clueless,
As to why I feel,
This empty numbness.
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Muses
PoezjaHere's a compilation of poems for you to enjoy. You'll find a mèlange of emotions here. Some sweet, some bitter. But at the end, you'll find yourself lost in the music of words, the rhythm of stanzas and the enchanting world of poetry.
