If numb was a colour
It would be clear
As empty as an addicts bottle.
But still there
If numb was a taste
It would be like taking a spoon full of poison
Paralysed at first touch
If numb was a feeling
It would be as cold as winters night.
If numb was a smell
It would be the lingering smell of warm humanity.
If numb was a sound, It would be as quiet as an empty class.