Starvation

I keep my eyes open

but I never really see.

I am not plagued by deafness,

but voices cannot quite reach me.

I walk through life blind, deaf, and numb,

So that I do not feel. I fail to know.

It is a choice, this ignorance.

That, I will always know.

Numbness is better,

better than hurting.

But eventually, something occurs much stronger than hurting.

Starving.

I starve to feel the radiant touch of another's heart glow.

I starve to shed a tear.

But I cannot satisfy my hunger,

until someone resolves my reasons for crying.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Very breathtaking & emotional attachments of love-issues you add to this masterpiece. Rhythmic portion/composition's very strong &, creatively pen'd up. A heap of depth's being found in your poetry that makes readers getting lost even in your deepen words. Nice imagery.

[K. Sikes]

Your appreciation is much appreciated. I am so glad that you find depth in my words, as they have come from some very deep parts of my mind that are unfortunately only open in darker times. It means a lot to be understood. Thank you for your review :)

[Wórdsmíth]

Always a pleasure to me to read your worthy stuffs. You write pretty insightful pieces even while your beautiful mind's lost somewhere in the shadow of darker nights. Your work'd be more appreciable as you find love & light in life & writes in the "delightful" times. Everything comes off heart, everything has to be written in words.. & everything's meant to be understood. That's all what one needs to understand. Keep writing! ;)