I'm not quite sure what will bring me back.

I've been lost for longer than I can count
and the feeling of feeling is no longer felt.

Mesmerized by television, by video games,
by anything to help me stop. Thinking.

Sensitivity overload, the amp is blown.
A silent Nirvana concert but while the band rocks
the audience just stands motionless.

I read my poetry out loud a few weeks ago,
and although invited, I haven't gone back.

Rubbish to my eyes, rubbish to their ears,
there is no need for simultaneous torture
on a bright Saturday afternoon.

Becoming numb(er), I progressively wonder
when the next time is I will cry a good cry.

Progressive regression.

I'm becoming someone I never was,
maybe that's a good thing.

In the end, it all means nothing.

11/27/2012

Posted on 11/28/2012
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