The disembodiment of it all
feeling the slow but imminent
panic rise to your chest and sternum.
Hitting
Slamming
Biting
Anything to make what some call “pins and needles” go away.
None of it helps though.
you cannot regain feeling
To the appendage connected to you through
veins, nerves, and bone.
You just have to wait it out.
Almost like physical silence has taken over.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was written while my legs had pins and needles. It was excruciating. Poem created in 2019, comments welcome!
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