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jackofallgeeks) wrote2002-12-11 12:24 am
jackofallgeeks) wrote2002-12-11 12:24 am
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Numb.
The children run around, laughing and playing.
The girls, in their skirts and stockings, chatter like birds
while the boys make a show of wrestling with one another.
None of them act their age - that's just the way kids are.
Numb.
My back hurts. My legs ache.
My eyes want to tear-up, my throat wishes to cry out.
It's not my back, not my legs.
Someone else's eyes, someone else's thrat.
Another's pain.
Numb.
An island in a swirling tempest of activity.
Unmoving, unseeing, unfeeling.
I wish I was numb, that I didn't feel.
That I didn't hurt.
Numb.
The children run around, laughing and playing.
The girls, in their skirts and stockings, chatter like birds
while the boys make a show of wrestling with one another.
None of them act their age - that's just the way kids are.
Numb.
My back hurts. My legs ache.
My eyes want to tear-up, my throat wishes to cry out.
It's not my back, not my legs.
Someone else's eyes, someone else's thrat.
Another's pain.
Numb.
An island in a swirling tempest of activity.
Unmoving, unseeing, unfeeling.
I wish I was numb, that I didn't feel.
That I didn't hurt.
Numb.