Don't See What Is Not There Poem by Ros Venn

Can you feel it seeping in?
In your blood, in your skin?
From your fingers to your toes?
But to your skull it mostly goes?

Numbness, a tingling sensation,
As if every motion you make is slowed,
The mind decelerates in compensation,
Now at a thinking pace, here it will be showed,

That inside there is emotion,
There's bit of melancholy, but also joy,
Creativity sets in like an explosion,
Freedom from stress, just for a little while,

Trying to make others understand how I am feeling,
Perhaps I cannot do this verbally,
But give me pen and paper and I will begin writing,
Not asking for your sympathy, maybe a little bit of empathy,

Sometimes it makes me happy putting these scribbles on a page,
Try not to take too much meanings from these words on paper,
It's just an expression of depression and rage,
That's all I got to say today, so I'll see you later.