Numbness

Numbness is a very dangerous thing;
It may take away the sting,
but to be cold as ice
is quite a hefty sacrifice.

To be numb is to miss out on love,
to feel nothing at the sight of the most beautiful dove,
to feel nothing at the sight of the blooms of spring,
to feel nothing at the symbol of a diamond ring.

To be numb is to feel nothing at all,
to grow as careless as a portrait on a wall,
to become reckless with one’s own life,
to come too close to the blade of a knife.

To be numb is to feel no pain,
to feel none of the agony of an angst-filled brain.
It is in this way that numbness appears to suffice,
but it is never the answer to an emotional vice.

With numbness comes a new sort of feeling,
a lost sense of self without a chance of healing,
an apathy of agony
and unbeatable gravity.

Numbness is a very dangerous thing;
It may take away the sting,
but to be cold as ice
is quite a hefty sacrifice.

 

 

 

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