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Wait
Why don’t my arms move upon command?
Why do my legs need encouragement to stand?
Why do my eyes need a force of will to look about?
Why do my fingers wonder and doubt?
Why does my heart question whether to beat?
Why has my throat given into defeat?
Why does my nose need a reason to take in air?
Why do my feet curl up in fetal despair?
The answer, of course, is simple to find
And lies within the twisted cords of my mind
For when a mind turns against itself and drowns itself in hate
The body can do nothing, but lie down and wait
Why do my legs need encouragement to stand?
Why do my eyes need a force of will to look about?
Why do my fingers wonder and doubt?
Why does my heart question whether to beat?
Why has my throat given into defeat?
Why does my nose need a reason to take in air?
Why do my feet curl up in fetal despair?
The answer, of course, is simple to find
And lies within the twisted cords of my mind
For when a mind turns against itself and drowns itself in hate
The body can do nothing, but lie down and wait
Published 12th Jun 2020
Author's Note
Emotional numbness is something I struggle with a lot. I actually wrote a version of this years ago, before I ever really got into poetry. It was just me trying to express what I felt. I found it buried on my computer, and revised it to make more sense and have more of a flow.
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12th Jun 2020 6:35pm
12th Jun 2020 8:38pm
13th Jun 2020 3:16am
Debilitation..
festering sadness, crippling despair
Structure, flow is good,
Cadence is working
respect
festering sadness, crippling despair
Structure, flow is good,
Cadence is working
respect
13th Jun 2020 2:13pm
