Enough

perception of feeling something in our lives and the abuses our flesh crave to achieve such.

I am numb.
I feel nothing.
I see everything, but of no matter to me.
I breath and move, but oh my soul is surely dead.

I yearn with all the atoms of my makeup to feel something
more than the mannequin life I've become numb.

My lips quiver as your poison spills atop,
a fluidity flowing down my throat that only you can make me feel.

I drink to feel something
in a world numb to my every sense.

My bottle has become my life.

As if to feel something is enough.

Reviews

[ambur]

I felt this piece, personally, like I wrote it about myself. I like this one.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

oh wow, this one touched me deeply. I have not had a drink in 6 years.......I know this pain you write of.

[Christine Crowson]

i'm so glad this touched you! that's the whole reason i write :) keep strong, love! i'm proud of you!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you. :) XX

[Raymond Dunn]

Love it Christine. Beautifully written, good use of line break and italics. Conveys the message and emotion perfectly.

[Christine Crowson]

Thank you, Ray! Can't wait to see you soon!