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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The Nexus Collection
CRAIG PARKES

Caged
Death
Fear

Goals Got and Shortsighted Plans

Listening to Shadows

Looking through my Window

Numb

Past Long Present

Raging Thoughts

Stainless Steal

Words are my Wings




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