numb

empty pages dictate

anxiety

who am i and who will i be

my eyes wrapped in cotton

numbing and veiling the happy days

drops of water stain the cracked linoleum

greasy cabinets slammed shut in every heated argument

the broken

the torn

those who’ve been slashed

and those who’ve been worn

worn down by this life

to catch a happy day is rare sight

those tears that are judged

the pain that is mocked

the words of discourage that are flung non stop

to sink a boat the water must come in

be stronger and steadier

let nothing in

but what they don’t know is

is that time after time

my being is pierced and forever embedded

with that pain

and one day i’ll sleep forever and yet

before i go i must make final peace

final peace that within evokes the most mysterious pain

longing

sorrow

regret

but yet final peace