It is hard to say when it happens,
When we stop living,
Sliding over to the other side,
Head held high with pride,
No one heard last night when you cried
Now you go through the motions
Smile and laugh without emotion
You do not realize that you died
When you stopped feeling,
Confused the numbness with healing
The floor can look like a ceiling,
It just depends where you are standing.
To escape the hurt,
You exile the heart;
Is that where it starts,
This continued living death
No meaning attached to every breath?
Or is this another big cosmic joke on us,
Two ghosts greet each other as they pass,
Thinking there is a way to be a human being,
Somehow, without the feeling.
When we stop living,
Sliding over to the other side,
Head held high with pride,
No one heard last night when you cried
Now you go through the motions
Smile and laugh without emotion
You do not realize that you died
When you stopped feeling,
Confused the numbness with healing
The floor can look like a ceiling,
It just depends where you are standing.
To escape the hurt,
You exile the heart;
Is that where it starts,
This continued living death
No meaning attached to every breath?
Or is this another big cosmic joke on us,
Two ghosts greet each other as they pass,
Thinking there is a way to be a human being,
Somehow, without the feeling.
9 comments:
Mine socks! [No thanks to you!] :P
This, this is brilliant! No break in the rhythm, such fluid flow. Plus it makes such sense!
*Uh-oh, I think I'll go enthuse elsewhere, before I swell your head. Lol.
OMG, i did a post on a similar thing!..but u captured it better in those lines.
yep yep, there are a lot of living dead people and the sad part is that they don't even realise their dead!
very nice..i like.
i would be in love with you in an non homesexual way if u didn't make mii wait so much
seriously
u r just like John Grisham bringing out a good book every couple of years
but yeah
beautiful
have a blessed weekend
Oh thank you! The whole lot of you!!
there's nothing like warm feed back to ressurect the living dead.
Kafo, you are a treat!! LOL!
you are my heroine, i cnat get enough of your intense depth, what!?
good poem. Kafo s right there is a grisham about you,lovely piece mate.
Oh why you speak to me so..numbness for healing..ceiling for floor? it's a bad this thing called to stop feeling :( so I want to feel it all and accept it's there and it's ok to feel it :)
Smile. Tamia. Play the circus..makes my friends laugh..don't let it show the pain runs deep..wear my make up..hold my head up high and i'm laughing because no one knows the joke's no me
lovely, very lovely
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