Numb

Numb

A Poem by Kovarian




It's a cloud that rolls in,
Dark and stormy, it freezes
The mind and soul,
Whatever it pleases.

The power it comes,
It courses through veins and
Down to fingertips,
Strikes a fire in hand.

Winds and gales that scream,
Sucks out the last breath
From tired lungs,
Embraces you in death.

Tired eyes grow weary,
In numbness they streak
Tears like waterfalls,
Upon each rose-tinted cheek.






© 2018 Kovarian



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This can only be creeping death. A downer, but well expressed.

Posted 4 Months Ago


That last verse is wonderfully sad. A storm of numbness, of feeling detached from it all. It deadens the "Soul", as it were. Difficult to rise above that in my experience. Like a dead weight dragging you down ever so steadily.

Expressively dark. I must say that I enjoyed this immensely.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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Kovarian
Kovarian

Jutland, Denmark



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I'm 24 years old and I live in a beautiful house in the middle of nowhere, in Denmark. I'm an English girl, and I've lived here for 2 years. I'm fairly new with writing, and I'm hoping for feedback on.. more..

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