My mind sets off at a sprint
Breaking its own shins
Needing some sort of surgery
Refusing a cast
My heart is shattering
Sharp broken shards
Flying across the room
Yet, somehow, only hitting me
My eyes are seeing
But not quite
They can see color and shape
But they wander aimlessly and without success
My ears are hearing
But not quite
They know what's being said
But they do not speak to my mind anymore- no response
My nerves are feelings
But they no longer care
The cold is there but may as well freeze me
The heat is there may as well scorch me- no response
My body is physically together
But oh so out of touch
Nothing seems real or connected whatsoever
No one is speaking...
No response
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idk: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems that are more than their names.
