my fingertips are numb filled with feathers that ferry no feeling i press, i ****, i reach out for more i know my fingers are there they're simply just numb
my ear drums are throbbing silence smothers them in a suffocating stillness i strain, i scream, i yearn for a sound i know my ears are viable they're simply just unsound
I've been feeling scared to publish poems likely. I'm not really sure why.