Numbed and Turned to Dust

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Numbed and Turned to Dust

Weighed heavy....breathing laboriously
It comes creeping into the chill of the night....everynight!
Wound created a hole...
Crippling and consuming...
Exising my most vital organs
Leaving it jagged and searing.

Unhealed gashes around the edges,
Continues to throb and bleed despite the passage of time.
Lungs still intact....still breathing
Yet I gasp for air....
Head spinning...efforts yielded to my despair!

My heart must have been beating still...
But the sound of my pulse I couldn't hear.
Hands feel blue with cold
Couldn't feel whatever I touch...whatever I hold.
Couldn't feel at all...
Wouldn't want to feel at all...
This numbness I welcome--
But for how long?

Tired...tired of all this...
Yet I remain hidden silent within the dark crevices.
Lost the hope that awaits the blue moon
For I slowly exhume myself
With the fire that consumes.

I give up...succumbed to the writhe it causes
My star no longer fights for my causes
So I surrender to the flames my path crosses
Slowly...slowly I turn to ashes
Not to be recognized...not to be found
But the hum of NEVER is not to sound...

Change my name, I must
For all hope has turned to dust!


~~~phoenixhope 5.25.09

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DeepEclipse commented on Numbed and Turned to Dust

03-15-2010

Was like mentally dying. Or spiritually maybe. I like how you mention [So I surrender to the flames my path crosses Slowly...slowly I turn to ashes] - the consuming fire, like a virus, only wants to spread. Good depiction of an overwhelming takeover.

RPT40 commented on Numbed and Turned to Dust

12-16-2009

Very powerful piece!! You have such a talent for expressing your feelings.

Phoenix9 commented on Numbed and Turned to Dust

06-28-2009

Very well done ,i enjoyed reading and feeling for the darkness always has a way of reaching out to those who know and have a sense to also feel . a fav thanks

Taristine commented on Numbed and Turned to Dust

05-31-2009

Reading this I sense a feeling of someone who has given up hope and has just let them become numb to all feelings and people around them. Losing their true self yet at the same time, trying to find their identity.

phoenixhope

05/31/2009

You got it! The numbness shields one from giving up HOPE completely...shifts a frame of mind and thinking...but hope is still beneath. Thank you Taristine!

soulwriter commented on Numbed and Turned to Dust

05-25-2009

So strong and the reader can hear your cries, for you write the words as you feel them and then you spill them onto the written floor... I most like this "Hands feel blue with cold Couldn't feel whatever I touch...whatever I hold"... well done, write on write on!

phoenixhope

05/27/2009

Those words are real cries...lamentations of whats hidden inside...thanks for your inspiring comments!

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

phoenixhope’s Poems (19)

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My Peering Sun 5
A Corpse Amiss 9
Why Open My Eyes? 10
Thoughts for Friends 1
Two Sides Of A Silver Coin 1
The Promise of a Heavy Road 6
Fresh Dove of Light 2
Just Disappear 4
Numbed and Turned to Dust 5
OCEANS 12
Doomed For Life? 3
Ignored! 3
Free To Do What You Want 4
Dragging Torments 1
Devoured and Consumed! 2
Dejected! 2
Vision Of You 1
Don't Ever Tell Me 2
Phoenix That Doesn't Fly 4