Uttermost Numbness
The uttermost numbness is my ever-present enemy…
That mode of callousness…
Of just not caring.
A constant battle not to falter,
To fall,
To keep whole what would become indifference,
That state of heartlessness,
Which succumbs to neither feelings nor pain.
Despite my most adherent resolve,
The concept of deadness to what causes such pain, at times stills tempts me,
Making me ache for something to stop my broken-hearted tears, my ever-flowing
Soul-ache.
That mode of callousness…
Of just not caring.
A constant battle not to falter,
To fall,
To keep whole what would become indifference,
That state of heartlessness,
Which succumbs to neither feelings nor pain.
Despite my most adherent resolve,
The concept of deadness to what causes such pain, at times stills tempts me,
Making me ache for something to stop my broken-hearted tears, my ever-flowing
Soul-ache.