My heart pangs and hurts
Like a million pieces of shrapnel splitting inside me
But at least it is able to ache
My eyes are red and swollen
Like a million bees have laid their stingers and this is the aftermath
But at least they are able to cry
My arms are tingly and falling asleep
Like a million pins and needles that never seem to fade
But at least they are able to wake
My head has a heartbeat that pumps fast
Like a million drums beating in unison
But at least it is able to calm
My feet are cold and clammy
Like they sat in an ice puddle for a million years and never dried out
But at least they will warm
All of these sensations bombarding me
Yet, I’m numb
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Comments1
Thoroughly enjoyed
When we can live with the least life has to offer
We appreciate the good times more
Hang in there
The good times are in the post
Thanks for the kind words Peto! 🙂
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