I am breathing but the air does not fill my lungs <br />Minutes turn into days with ice on the tip of my tongue <br />Thoughts of life bypass my heart and linger in the room <br />I can't make sense of the noise invading like stale perfume <br />Walking down the road I lose my inner perspective <br />Searching for something under stones like a detective <br /> <br />Sleep saves me with clouds of darkness during the night <br />While ideas of tenderness surrender without a fight <br />Stone walls keep me captive in pastures of green grass <br />Waiting I watch the seasons through a kaleidoscope glass <br />Like the echo of sirens vibrating in a storm of dust and sand <br />I am swaying in the breeze to the beat of a forgotten band <br /> <br />Crossing the bridge across a river of clammy cold sweat <br />I attempt to clean up the blood of the wounded as in debt <br />The breath of death touched my surface missing my heart <br />Every day I get up and move around pretending not to fall apart <br />Iron chains keep me captive without chafing my ankles and skin <br />Reborn as a virgin I gain inches embracing the shadow of my twin <br /> <br />I can hear the screams of the silent mirrored in pleading eyes <br />Paralyzed they cannot save me permitting excuses and lies <br />Time stands still clutching to the dances of sleepless nights <br />I am rattling confessions disguised in rituals of last rites <br />In a world of anguish I am still free blowing bubbles of gum <br />Smiling I am hiding my tears and sorrows remaining numb<br /><br />Kristina Louisa Carr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/numb-137/
