Numbed

Do you still walk on soft roses thrown

Scattered

So that you do not feel the harsh ground beneath?

Do you still gaze at the beautiful view

Accorded by the paintings

Hung to hide the drabness of your surroundings?

Do you still listen in fascination

To the aria specially composed for you

To drown out the screams of reality from your ears?

Do you still sleep on eider beds

With feathered pillows and gossamer blankets

So that the cruel harshness of cotton doesn’t touch you?

Do you still gaze up at the ceilings

Painted as an image of a perfect dawn

So that you do not know the ferocious darkness of the night?

Do you still live

After they took the right away from you

To experience pain?

Why do they wonder

At the absence of your smile

When they have taken your capacity

To get hurt

Away from you?

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3 thoughts on “Numbed

  1. “Do you still live

    After they took the right away from you

    To experience pain?”

    shouldn’t that be the greatest motive to fight it?..i mean if not happiness I deserve to feel my own pain..reminds me of a poem I wrote about cold shower some time back

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