I am not inspired--
Here.
My mind has become
To
Numb--
I cover my ears,
To block out the sirens-
And the silence.
The white noise sneaks through,
Anyway.
Recent insomnia clouds my creativity,
I sift through the fog
To find something--
Anything.
But there is nothing.
Just static.
I needed you here.
But--
I did this alone.
I thought I would feel my eyes
Swell with tears.
I didn't--
Not.
Even.
Once.
I wish I had.
--
Just static.
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Author:
Silk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 18th, 2017 16:27
- Comment from author about the poem: This was the third night in my new apartment after moving out. I had no idea how much worse things could get.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Your poem is a fine presentation of feeling numb, expressionless, uncreative ... yet you created a worthy poem. Well done, Silk!
That's so nice!!! Thank you!
Very nice! I like your form. You've expressed this void well.
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