The Calm

The noise has stopped.
The light is gone.
Sweet black surrounds me,
oh sweet black.
As I rest
beautifully numb
the best way to feel.
Thank god I’m numb.
Thank god it’s black.
The best state of mind
is oblivion.
The calm surrounds,
not a ripple
even as I breathe.
Am I breathing?
Oh well.
Nothing matters
except the black,
except the numb.
Please leave me here.
This place
where nothing matters.




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poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru. or I'll kill you until you die from it! Actually I'll do more than that because this is one of my favorite poems...believe me you don't wanna know what I'll do to you!