Comfortably Numb

Comfortably Numb short poem

Each day brings a new turmoil
unfazed i stand
it pricks me like a needle
and i keep standing tall
don’t even acknowledge the sting
am becoming numb
another threshold another day
am waiting for the moment
when i finally become
comfortably numb

my guts curdle
i breath in shallow gulps
I am not present to my surroundings
am unable to emote
unable to contemplate
am lost beyond articulation
mind turns blank
only thing i know is that I exist
where, i don’t want to question
don’t have it in me to question
and i wait to become
comfortably numb

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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The pain in your poem does make the senses go numb for a moment or two. This intensity is your strength @zyborg

Arti Honrao

Sometimes, that is the only option one is left with. Be comfortably numb.
Can relate to this one



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