Numb

Life can be so difficult.

My breath is stuck

inside my chest.

Trapped in this

tortured torso,

where demons

seem to think

it is their right

to roam.

I cannot breathe,

I cannot feel,

I cannot think,

I cannot even

be me anymore.

I don't know,

after all these years,

just who lives

in this soulless

burnt out shell.

I feel the shards

of guilt cutting deep

with every swallow,

and in my head

there is no hope,

only the black tar

of fear and futility

remains.

04/04/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Iain L. Luen]

Just like a sad song. When you're down, it commiserates with you.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye indeed. Many thanks.