Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
cindra-carrPoems
The slow creeping numbness crawls up my legs. This is the little death. The fading tells me I’ve lost something. I am lost. I drift down in the darkness every time. I am lost. My whispers go unheard. I am lost. I know my lips are moving because I can hear the words Garbled and lost in the darkness. I am lost. The echoes of the words lose themselves in my fading mind. There is nothing left. Darkness reigns again and the numbness finished its journey. I am lost. cc2010
0
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
I am lost
The slow creeping numbness crawls up my legs. This is the little death. The fading tells me I’ve lost something. I am lost. I drift down in the darkness every time. I am lost. My whispers go unheard. I am lost. I know my lips are moving because I can hear the words Garbled and lost in the darkness. I am lost. The echoes of the words lose themselves in my fading mind. There is nothing left. Darkness reigns again and the numbness finished its journey. I am lost. cc2010
Written by
cindra-carr
American
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem