IRONY

Fade out.
Fade away.
Into invisibility...
So you don't have to feel.
Like getting stabbed
Your heart gasps
And the pain spreads
So you are alive after all...
Isn't it ironic?
You can only feel it when it hurts?

Numb out.
Numb away.
So you don't have to feel...
Like suffocating
You gasp for air
So you are alive after all...
Isn't it ironic?
You can only feel it when you can't breathe?

And you wish your nerves
didn’t work so well.
So you wouldn't know...
Your veins cry out --
"Please Stop! We can't take it anymore!"
Isn't it ironic?
You can only feel
when you can't take it anymore?

Author's Note

Photo credit: "The pain that I'm used to" by _KoAn_ http://flickr.com/photos/ko_an/

Reviews

[Scott Eckert]

This is a very good piece of poetry -- smooth in flow...

[Candid Writer]

I like the hypothetical "Isn't it ironic?" It makes the piece even more appealing. I like the start of this poem very much...it draws you in.

This is absolutely brilliant and refreshing:

"Fade out.
Fade away.
Into invisibility..."