Monday, November 25, 2013

The chill

I am still with a chill of heart
I want to shrivel
withdraw into the warmth of numbness
into the calm of absence.

Don't bring me back to you
where I need to think and move and care.

I want to eat, to crunch, to taste,
to feel that comforting filling
soft, sweetness and texture
But I mustn't. And I don't.

I wish I could sink inside
somewhere out of sight.
Here I am with voices
and motion all around
and it shreds me thin.

I sit dulled and static
I long for sleep and silence,
the dissolve of self.

I will be better when
I force myself up
and get started
I know I will. I always am.

So go on then.
So GO ON then.

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