Stephen Obeng Poet I do not know?

Numbness

I’m heartless. 
I don’t know where my heart is.

Hateful, 
I’m looking for my happiness.

But I can’t move, 
I’m footless. 
Grounded feeling low 
like the ground is.

I’m guideless. 
and I’m eyeless,
but I can see the pain that’s within this.

So I’m paralyzed and blinded.

You can’t see the peril 
through my eye lids.

But I’m not earless.
Society is roaring like a lion.
If I said I didn’t listen, 
I’d be lying.

The truth lies inside a victim’s eyes.
I’m blind. 
My real eyes can’t realize real lies.

We all have brains,
you’re thoughtless.

Maybe I’m a victim, 
but I don’t hit them, 
violence can never free one.

I’m punch-less so I guess I’m living life handless.

I’m touch-less, 
can’t feel bliss.
I can’t feel for the place that my heart is.

I’m not mouth-less, 
I’m soundless.
Mute like a scream 
from a pit that’s bottomless.

I guess I’m alive, 
but I’m lifeless. 
I don’t know where my life went.

So I’m fallen 
because I’m flightless. 
Angels can’t soar with plight. 
I’m wingless.

How could I write this if I was paralyzed?
Well I’m not brainless 
or thoughtless. 
On this paper,
I let my thoughts drip.

My brain has a leaking faucet. 
I brainstorm so much in my mind,
I flood it.

I rather feel pain
than numbness.

Please, 
how can I change this?

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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