I am in that place. That numb place.
That place where I am untouchable.
Where poking and prodding will merely make dents
in fleshy skin that slowly rebounds.
I am in that place. That numb place.
That place where thoughts are not fully formed.
Deliberations drift aimlessly and disappear
into nothingness.
I am in that place. That numb place.
That place where time has momentarily stalled.
Where reality just a void in which to drop
and never land.
I am in that place. That numb place.
That place where there is no salvation,
just medication and a whole host
of side affects.
I am in that place. That numb place.
Please understand, I do not choose to be here,
its not something planned
like some sort of holiday.
Great use of repetition in the first lines. Well done
🙂 Such a familiar place, Alison. Thank you for this fine poem.