by Ava Blu
there's not enough air in the world to keep me from choking every time i hear your voice
there's no amount of cleansing that makes any of this better,
no way to submerge myself in holy water and come out clean
there's never going to be enough death in this life to make me forget
i can never just turn the switch off and move on,
i've never been good at that but i am trying, by god boys, i am actually trying
but i can't feel my hands enough to know when they should strike and when they should remain frozen
it's not enough to know
it's not enough to feel
there's not enough inside me to become advanced i am broken
but not alive enough to notice anymore.
Posted on 12/16/2020
Copyright © 2021 Ava Blu
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/16/20 at 01:51 AM|
REally powerful write "it's npt enough to know...oy's not enough to feel GREAT LINES
|Posted by V. Blake on 12/16/20 at 04:49 AM|
I miss you. I hope you are alright. My review of the poem is that sentence, which is how it made me feel.
My meaningless suggestion:
'but i can't feel my hands enough to know when they should strike' should be the whole line. It's perfect. The rest is a slap after a punch in the face. It hurts but it's easily ignored.