numb.... <br />its something quite dumb <br />something i do not want for any reason... no i do not want <br />something that will haunt <br />mind and soul <br />and wear out the sole <br />of one's shoe and character, and even body <br />making all clothes, all morales, all goodness shoddy <br />wear out the sole of life <br />such a pun <br />how fun <br />fey imbroglio <br />never again shall i grow <br />with alacrity nor joy <br />I will just sit there, remembering how I am senseless, emotionless, like a toy <br />i can feel life begin to wain <br />and i endure the pain <br />for the sake of not being numb and to retain <br />just some even any sanity <br />for you and for me <br />as i chronicle these endeavors <br />of my dark heart... ah it shall make me write forevers <br /> <br />(I no longer believe in this stuff i do not believe myself numb or devoid of joy i submitted this poem for i wrote it long ago and typed it up now it is a reminder of what the Lord saved me from)<br /><br />David Knox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chronicles-of-a-dark-heart-part-19-the-death-of-feelings/
