Poem -
Demolition
It's a common saying: dead inside
To function without passion
To awaken without zest
A dull disinterest in life
No invested sense of expectation
No curiosity or excitement
Just dry detatched faux participation
Pretending to be present yet galaxies away
And I can't put my finger on it
The trigger for this pulseless blood
That vanishes my veins and sense of self
Everything's undergoing erasure
Like a castle of sand at the beach
That has no way
Of resisting the buffeting of time
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Comments
WOW this is something special. You have captivated that sense of numbness that can occur to a spirit suffering trauma. But you penned it in such a delicate way, that it lulls the reader gently into a sense of detachment. Again your analogies are just so beautifully done. A truly wonderful writeÂ
Gwen :)Â
Very deep analysis.... I like how you described the poems effect 🙏🏼
Thank youÂ
I can relate to that! My god, I can!Â
Excellent poem, Al đź‘Źđź‘Źđź‘Źđź‘Ź x
Thanks. I think everyone has to have felt this way at least once in their life. It's a horrid emotion/mood but part of the human condition.Â
SHALOM 🤎
" ever learning and never coming to the knowledge of"Â this is my take on a cool write!......................................Jim
"Build on solid rock "Â they said