Sober.
Location
But that reminder would sober me,
Sobriety
Dull, empty
I see the life of me
leave my body.
The muscles on the mouth of
my face fall as if had lost
an epic battle.
Sobriety.
Numbness takes over my body
and spirit.
Numbness prevales.
Sobriety and numbness.
I find hope in the occasional
flash of sadness, for it is
feeling. Sad feelings,
but feelings, which really is
dejection within itself.
The power of the numbness
cripples me.
An agonizing attack,
but I express no pain;
numb and
sober post-realization,
I am.
Sobriety?
Maybe not sobriety,
but paralicity.
My motor functions are slow;
I cannot express myself.
I am trapped inside my body.
Paralizing depression.
Sober and unmoving, am I.
Is it depression
if there is no feel?
Not a word there is
to express
the lack of emotion.
-How sad-
How true.