I feel nothing.
Not your kind words,
that drill
through my skull
until dull
and still
Not the wind
I've seen
dancing through the trees
singing sweet melodies
to the lilies below
Not the sun
or its warmth
my blinds are closed
just like my mind
it's cold.
Not even you
who tries to soothe
can fix me,
"The Uncouth"
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
I feel nothing.
Not your kind words,
that drill
through my skull
until dull
and still
Not the wind
I've seen
dancing through the trees
singing sweet melodies
to the lilies below
Not the sun
or its warmth
my blinds are closed
just like my mind
it's cold.
Not even you
who tries to soothe
can fix me,
"The Uncouth"
