Path of Most Obstruction

Possibly my best poem yet. It's funny how in the lowest times our best works flow. It's probably because our hearts are too full to hold all of the feelings in, so it needs to spill a little bit. Strangely though, I don't feel sad anymore. I'm just numb. An endless circuit of numbing moves. Sure, I can be happy. Yes, I get sad. The only thing that frightens me is what happens at the end of the night, when the hopeless and inescapable feeling settles on my chest, leaving me numb.