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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