The Chronicles Of A Dark Heart Part 19 The Death Of Feelings Poem by David Knox

numb....
its something quite dumb
something i do not want for any reason... no i do not want
something that will haunt
mind and soul
and wear out the sole
of one's shoe and character, and even body
making all clothes, all morales, all goodness shoddy
wear out the sole of life
such a pun
how fun
fey imbroglio
never again shall i grow
with alacrity nor joy
I will just sit there, remembering how I am senseless, emotionless, like a toy
i can feel life begin to wain
and i endure the pain
for the sake of not being numb and to retain
just some even any sanity
for you and for me
as i chronicle these endeavors
of my dark heart... ah it shall make me write forevers

(I no longer believe in this stuff i do not believe myself numb or devoid of joy i submitted this poem for i wrote it long ago and typed it up now it is a reminder of what the Lord saved me from)