Poetry 1.7

Numbness sets

Mental processing shut down
No longer feel the pain
It’s becoming the default
One thing after another
The pile grows higher and higher
Becomes a giant ready to eat at the bones
“Where to start?”
No sign that says start here
No sign that says ends here
Positivity weakens under pressure
The light at the tunnel stretches further away
Doors are closing
Nothing opens in their place.
The shut down numbs head to toe.