Blistering, festering it rolls down

Shuddering, stuttering it tolls

Rumbling, tumbling it blows

Seeing the grabbing, tasking my body in a casket

The numb, drum of the tired and poor

Falling, crawling across the floor

Cascading, facade is fading of what we were

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2 Responses to Numbness

  1. Whoa – ground still moving after reading this. Not just a fun word play – a game creating movement – but stunning at the end, thoughts to ponder. Great read

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