Numbers

Nobody special

Numbers.

Over the years all I’ve known,

the slowly growing counter,

The charts and figures,

The diets and pills,

Needles and liquids,

The empty feeling after meals,

And the nights staring blankly.

Numbers growing,

Numbers growing no matter what.

Pounds or grams.

Minutes or seconds.

The numbers haunt me,

Follow me, offend me.

Numbers without voices,

Yet are still the loudest thing,

Numbers.

Seven letters, two syllables.

Numbers.

  • Author: No_one_special (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 4th, 2022 00:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: My last poem was about words, this time it’s about numbers. I’ve never liked numbers. I’ve always been bad at math, always gained weight faster than my siblings, my doses always higher than what they would give a child, it gets exhausting. But I guess that’s just life.
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  • Views: 33
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    (a great write
    thanks for sharing and inspiring
    my little scribbled reply)
    they say Maths, is what governs
    our universe..
    I think, it is Math
    that warps and shrinks, our intuitive senses
    and thus, our capacity
    to connect
    with that ethereal, majority
    of existences mysteries..
    but still, while Capitalism
    has our worth, reductively
    being governed
    by probability calculated, investment
    choices;
    2 plus 2 equalling 4
    with be valued, more
    than that instinct
    that has, spontaneously ducking
    without rhyme or reason
    and seeing a paint brush, of chance
    fly - over our head...

  • Christina8

    A hauntingly good write...mostly because it seems to be true. Great job on this!



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