My heart askew and my brain out of place
I narrowly escape insanity on a daily basis
fuzzy clouds of sorrow and regret
that I lay my head on each night
unable to concentrate on anything but my pulse
I will myself to numbness, nothingness
in a walking coma, I hear voices but no words
I see faces but don’t recognize my reflection.
I want to scream but haven’t the energy,
so instead I bury myself under my blankets of despair
and pray that the world will go away.
12-23-07
by shannon flanders
It's nice to hear from someone else feeling it too-great expression.
Shannon, this poem describes my daily life right now. Loved it! Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another amazing poem. How many days have I also felt, 'I want to scream but don't have the energy.'?