Torn

The heart urges me to feel
                                      and despite my endless searching
                                      all I feel is nothing

                                      The mind urges me to see
                                       Yet despite my many attempts
                                       all I see is darkness
                                      
                                      The forbidden part of me urges me to taste
                                      But despite my continued seeking
                                      all I taste is blood

                                      The voices in my head urges me to hear
                                      Only despite my constant straining
                                      all I hear is silence

                                      The breath in my lungs urges me to smell
                                      Although despite my unceasing tries
                                      all I smell is death

                                      

The heart urges me to feel,
               
                                     but the numb do not feel.

                                   

   The mind urges me to see,

                                       but the blind do not see.

                                    

  The forbidden part of me urges me to taste,

                                       but the broken do not taste.

                                      

The voices in my head urge me to hear,

                                       but the deaf do not hear.

                                   

   The breath in my lungs urges me to smell,

                                        but the dead do not smell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Lovechild Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 10:26 PM
Great write. Yes we live among our contradictions and paradoxes every day, so darn frustrating sometimes, but at least we recognize it, attempt to fight through them, and don't languish in confusion or denial.
Flint Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 2:30 PM
Abigail - this is really deep. I like it a lot. It describes how I feel, but I've never heard anybody else put it into words. Thanks for writing this.
Tatum Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 10:24 PM
Ur welcome. I'm glad you like it:) I worked hard on it and I'm gald that u could empathize with it ~@bi
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