Numb

The cancer grows as the atmosphere degrades around our mind,

The influence of arguments and laten nights feeds it,

Its eternal host the meek and tis not kind,

The ability to feel and understand diminished and ravaged.

 

If only we had a savior, a cure, a remedy,

Something to help us regain feeling of the brutal reality surrounding us,

Something to cast us out of the darkness and bring us into the light,

But nothing as such exists.

 

The darkness, numbness, lack of awareness engulfs us,

Its spiny fingers grasps upon the gyri of the mind,

It produces the dark matter that keeps us from trying to change,

This is our downfall, the paradox that enslaves the human race.

 

But light still exists and dwells in place others have not searched,

The light that will break through the darkness and save us,

But do we want to be saved? Do we want a cure, a savior, a remedy?

Unfortunately most of us have become comfortable in our shackles,

They have accepted the feeling of not feeling they believe it is easier.

 

It is easier.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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