Maybe Color

Slowness
gray
the wonders
of apathy
it sunders
the highs and lows
until there’s nothing
nothing
nothing left
a shell
of my former self
the energy
the power
drained
or sleeping away.
Years ago I did this.
Anything was better than the pain.
Anything.
Including a lifeless life.
it felt so good
to be so numb
but now
the time has come
to let go
let free
to finally be
to exist again
to feel
to truly feel
once more.




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Poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru. If you steal you're an evil not super neato person. In fact, you're CREAMY!