Numb

[shatter]

I don't recognize..

its all too familiar.

Happy as a clam...

thats my next door neighbor.

He gets high more than I get low.

My face is formed into such stone and I have travelled distances too far to roam.

Someone touches my hand and says lets pretend..

I gaze up to the wind..

I shake and I tremble and I melt with the raindrops as I say,

I can't do that anymore.

Eyes behind cold clustered wind blink heavily.

I run.

Scared.

I don't run fast but I run alot.

This feeling of empty is the worst feeling I've ever had.

I want to die but the parachute is already open.

And I can't rewind.
Fine.

[KittenX]

Oooooh good piece.

"Eyes behind cold clustered wind blink heavily." Sweet imagery!


I want to die but the parachute is already open.

And I can't rewind.
Fine.
Loved that!!! What an ending. -Fine- is just so haunting there, almost gave me chills.

[Intuitions_Euphoric_]

i thought that was really great..

[LivinNreflection]

I loved it!m Good job

[lucyinthesky]

He gets high more than I get low.

and

I want to die but the parachute is already open.

And I can't rewind.
Fine.

awesome poem, loved those 2 parts especially. and kitten was right, the "Fine" is like the intensity of the whole poem. Wouldn't have been as striking without it :)