Numb
What is love?
What is feeling?
What is waking
up and being refreshed?
What is anticipation?
I am numb, I know
not these things.
The rigor mortis
of routine
No longer sends
shudders down my spine.
Nothing seems
to anymore
Sometimes I wish
it would.
I can not dream
of excitement,
I can not dream
at all.
The future holds
no goals
Promises or hopes,
empty or otherwise.
What is the future,
Is it different
from today,
What is today,
Is it different
from yesterday,
It doesn't feel
that way.
It doesn't feel.
I do not feel.
Numb.
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CRAIG PARKES
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