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Feb 2011
Number me zero
But please, take no offense
My body requires
What the mind can’t make sense

Number me zero
Not two minus two
Nonexistent; unable
To spend time with you

Number me zero
I simply cannot commit
The soul and heart earns
Yet the ability’s spent

There are some lucky days
When you can number me one
When twitches and trembles
and the pain seems all done.

These are glorious days
When normality flows
I feel I belong
from my head to my toes

Please always remember
When you cannot perceive
The cancellations and distance
are not you, they’re me.

The physical and mental
will kink without warning
When I cannot achieve
It is I, that is mourning.

So number me zero
If that is what you must do
**I’d rather you number me zero,
Than pretend the untrue.
To Debra and those that take personal and cannot conceive that my ability for consistency, simply can't be achieved.  I miss your friendship.
Lori Jean Vance 02/13/2011
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