Numb
It’s 10:30 on a Wednesday night and I am sitting on my floor.
Been staring at a blank space on the wall and I’ve lost track of time.
I take a second to question what I’m doing, but not a moment more.
A wave of recklessness rushes over me- considering crime.
You see, I’ve been in a funk for so long now, I can hardly call this a rarity.
If this is the new me, I won’t last very long.
I know that I am senseless, yet I no longer wonder the severity.
I am not phased by the things that go wrong.
I sit here reflecting while my mind is absolutely blank.
After a long period of grief, you learn to numb yourself.
All the vibrant thoughts you once had are now cold and dank.
Whatever it is that I need has been stored out of my reach, high on a shelf.
Everything I once had slipped through my fingers.
If you relax for even just one moment, every little thing can vanish.
The next thing you know, you will be stuck with a memory that lingers.
I never thought I’d be the one with flashbacks I cannot banish.
Copyright © Morgan Kramer | Year Posted 2020
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