The Icicle

Numb am I to the feelings of man Seems I was meant to be devoid For some everyday is better than the one than Yet I’m cursed to always avoid None but my pages know this as true And my aim is to keep it so I horde my truth behind a façade like a shrew Wishing I had some will to show Stuck to a spot while whirling around The world passes by as if I was glued Watching as smiles, frowns, and shouts abound I only feel empty and subdued Empty I have felt and empty I feel Too long to know of a relief Taking a first step to scary world so real Is impossible is my belief Hanging around in the same old place Hoping I’ll some day feel I stare at the icicle hanging in my face And wonder if I’m any more real