The final blows have been dealt in this neverending fight
The shots you fired hit home in me and now nothing feels right
I'm just going through the motions, void of all emotion
Fear and hope and trust and love, compassion and devotion
My consciousness slips and your face is what I always see
But what once inspired love and pain doesn't trigger anything
My whole world falls in around me, burning further down
I just watch it, feeling nothing, no desire to turn around.
The blade is driven ever deeper, but my blood no longer flows
The holes eroding into chasms, the emptiness just grows
Senses fail and I don't care, I don't need to feel
Jagged edge across my flesh, but I don't appreciate the steel
Another fist across my face
So you can keep me in my place
You wasted energy in vain
Unflinching, I no longer feel the pain
Such a welcome respite; I'm relieved but still concerned
I guess at the end of the day we all get whatever we deserve
I pray I may feel something, but only darkness comes
I resign myself to this ironic fate of being completely numb
The blade is driven ever deeper, but my blood no longer flows
The holes eroding into chasms, the emptiness just grows
Senses fail and I don't care, I don't need to feel
Jagged edge across my flesh, but I don't appreciate the steel
My consciousness slips and your face is what I always see
But what once inspired love and pain no longer triggers anything
Love fades and my whole life is burning down, but numbness overtakes
Any urge to turn and run, I'm done, safe in apathy's embrace.













Comments
What worries me slightly is that this poem lacks some grounding in a tangible world. Sometimes the small, personal details of our lives (especially our love lives) are what make poems interesting and mysterious. Are there any of these anecdotes you could add to this piece to make it that much more unique?
Nice work!
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
Great suggestion, and I'll see about working something in. thanks so much!
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"Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!"
Dorothy Parker
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