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