Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I describe myself as numb
To others
Because it’s easier
Than describing
The inexplicable drama
Banality
Humdrum hurricane
Of feelings fraught with April frost
Invisible beasts
Cold sunshine
Bubble-less yeasts
Tasteless sweets
Coffee that just makes you
Sleepy
A hiccup of anxiety
Expelled like a drunk’s belch
To describe all that…
I’d rather be
just numb.