Numb

The air sucked the heat from his bones,

But he couldn't feel a thing.

The wind plucked the memories from his head

Because he wanted to forget.

The sea washed away his fears,

And he became brave.

The rain diluted his tears,

So he could pretend to be ok.

The trees sucked a soul out of a man,

till all that was left was a body.

Without warmth or thought, fear or bravery, delight or sadness.

An empty shell of what once had been,

that made the man want to keep on living.

But the trees said,

"Too Late,"

And the man could say Nothing.