Uncomfortably Numb Poem by Andrew Rose

I’m numb,
In the humidity of the day I’m cold,
Disappeared thoughts of loneliness reappear in force,
A crushing blow,
Not one you can get used to,
Or brace yourself for,
It’s like the almighty has performed the task himself,
With cruel,
Unrelenting vigour…

A bird held too hard in a hand,
By a clumsy doting God,
Crushed by love,
Unfortunate,
But not foreseen.

Yet it can’t be him,
You see,
I assume he has the power over life and death,
I guess he has control,
Unlike us,
The mortal showpiece to his deluded dreams,
His nightmare vision,
An atom bomb…

One glorious dream of one simmering moment in that light!