Numb
In the middle of the cold night
I pray the dark my dreams to keep
For when I wake I fear my thoughts
Of my mistakes and my pride without sleep
The fool that I've quickly become
Haunts even my daily grind
It rips and tears but just appears
Out of the corner of my unreasonable mind
I'm scared and worried of what's to come
When I can't seem to even fall apart
To be involved enough in my own life
And reach a point where I acknowledge my breaking heart
Daydreaming of what might have been
Had I kept the old me around
He'd wondered off into the sunset
Slow and steady he's been purgatory bound
This little drummer in my chest
Would wake me at first light
Aching to see the world begin again
But the dawn since has not met his sight
That's what I need to do
To find the person who made me, me
And be the party of one
Whole and alone but free
Like finding a whisper in the dark
I wouldn't know where to start
To begin the quest that needs to end
Plug the leak and refill my emptying heart
Copyright © Pravir Dass | Year Posted 2019
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