The numbness.
Pain is better than this.
The deep down panic
that comes with the unfeeling
but the over-all calmness
that controls you,
that makes you freak.
Makes you dangerous.
Do you feel it?
The calm before the storm.
Before the kill.
The edginess,
the unknown,
unable to feel.
At all.
The searing white
that's all you can see
at the back
of your head.
The dangers of not feeling,
too much.
The cost too hefty.
The pain seems sweet
to this deep unfeeling.
White
white
white.
Numb
numb
numb.
I'm gone.
Feb.-25-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem