Retreated Into Numbness

You’re in tune to everything.

The way the bird chirps at exactly 2:04.

The position of your pencil and how it was before.

Then a blinding flash of light.

An explosion of sensory emotions as everything staggers downhill.

In a second life snaps your will.

The struggle of years only builds.

You can’t keep your head high.

Because who you once were has all but died.

Fresh pain every day.

In a derogatory comment.

In words uselessly spent.

Then there’s nothing.

No pain at all.

And your problems will surely start to fall.

Now you only need yourself.

To prevent your demise,

you’ve hardened into a shell in which the only holes are your eyes.