Impossible to Please

I have never felt
And feeling doesn't know me.
The cards I was dealt
Are worthless, blank and empty.
Untouched by the color of love
I stand inside my house of cards,
Unsure if I'm below or above,
Protected from knowing by white-out guards.
I am cold and soulless,
Hollow and rotten and dead
From the talons of my toes
To the horns on my head
And I thank God
Death came when it did.
I don't think I'd survive
The lifelessness I lead
If I were still alive.
Floating through my blank space
Are scribbled lines of questioning,
My one and only change of pace;
Am I dead,
Hollow,
Numb,
Heartless,
Imaginary,
Or just insane?
The barriers have fallen
Away from my brain
And now I don't know
What's real or fake,
If it actually happened
Or if I was even awake.
I can't remember my memories
And daydreams are getting believed.
Maybe this empty fog is for my sake
But somehow, I'm not relieved.

Reviews

[Susan Beth Horvath]

This is intense and has a lot of impact.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Perceiving death is something I find myself struggling with from time to time...for as a poet, we deal with feeling, a plethora of emotion - with death, there is no feeling.

Thank you for the afterthought of this, Mary...I found it most intriguing!

[Anne Timmins]

Such a profound message found among the shape! A beautiful work of art in many ways

[John Anderson]

Very nicely done. I enjoyed your poem very much.

[Tricia Pattinson]

Touches the heart strings! The imagery is wonderful! Great write! The lime green font is hard on the eyes though. :-)

[K Scott Smith]

The imagery is incredible and the meanings and correlations-superb! I enjoyed this, every line!