“I have become, comfortably numb”…

xXx

Here he lies sleeping…
Deep underneath the ground…
The grass has quickly grown over…
No trace can now be found…

Just a simple unnamed plot…
With loving memories and flowers…
So peaceful and so quiet…
I could just sit here for hours…

A place that feels so detached…
In a field full of death and pain…
My mind just floods with memories…
Under a sky that’s filled with rain…

Refusing to let my emotions show…
Keeping my tears locked away inside…
It’s the way he brought me up…
Even now I can’t bring myself to cry…

It’s all floating around in there…
Yet I deny and keep it closed…
If I face up and open the box…
I’ll feel so vulnerable, so exposed…

That’s just not an option…
And it’s a choice that I have made…
So along with so all the others…
The grieving will be forever delayed…

Perhaps this is my weakness…
A sign that I’m not strong…
But don’t lay there and judge me…
Don’t tell me this is wrong…

It doesn’t mean I don’t think about you…
Or what you mean to me…
Maybe one day I’ll resolve this…
Perhaps then I’ll be set free…

Here he lies sleeping…
A dead man covered in the dirt…
Slowly becoming at one with the Earth…
At peace from all that hurt…

xXx

3 responses to ““I have become, comfortably numb”…

  1. As usual, very thought provoking and filled with a lot of palpable emotion. Nicely written poem. Thank you. ~ Michael

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