Numbness
Sounds.
Echoes.
Words that are not for me,
nor mine.
People.
Far away.
Merely mirage of calm.
'Me, Myself and I',
the only thing I'll ever say—
I need no other word,
you always with me.
But even when I feel
your eyes on mine,
I still feel numb.
As I'm stuck in time.
Because I see them,
from afar—
I hear them talk,
I hear them laugh.
But they always walk away,
leaving me behind.
I'm on display,
a cold sculpture.
In a blasting museum hall—
to see and enjoy,
and then go home.
But I'm still here,
All alone—
amid empty marbles,
amid your empty gaze.
In total numbness.


