Treasure Island

tochukwu nwankpa

(12th february 1991 / Anambra state in Nigeria)

Numb Fingers


Are my fingers numb?
Shall I not be able to feel again?
My pen creating a form
For I see nothing but norm
I wish my fingers will write again

Are my fingers numb?
Have the frost bitten
And my fingers smitten
Who will draw emotions?
Who will create solutions?
If not my dear fingers
Will my fingers touch and know the thrill
For through touching we know it’s real

Are my fingers numb?
That hearing a story is better than telling
Though not yelling but in silent whisper
of the mind these fingers brings forth
my thoughts and stirs actions
has it lost its reflexes
or does it have new preferences
i wish my fingers will feel again

Submitted: Thursday, May 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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