Numb Poem by Tygrr Robertson
Numb
None of this,
...would I condone
Sitting upon,
...this dusty throne
Spilling feelings,
...into writing
Nothing left,
...that’s worth fighting
Slipping into a,
...depression slumber
Waiting for life,
...to call my number
I gladly opened,
...myself to thee
Obviously more,
...than you cared to see
Sadly I crack,
...another beer
And try to forget,
...why I’m here
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4/26/2024 1:47:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Why am i not surprised that you are in Seattle/ The poem is so me many years ago, right there, where you are! Great write! Cheer up, life does go on! But if its raining, even though the scenery is great, a change of area, might help. Sunshine does wonders for the psyche! Best wishes, Theodora Onken