Comfortably Numb

I am getting to be comfortably numb, And I am not the one on drugs. As I watch those around me get lost in the darkness, Too many for so long—I use to hang on- Not give up and keep fighting for them. As each one falls, my strength weakens. They make their own choices- I can lead, beg and plead— But they continue borrow and steal. They cannot see but three minutes in front of them… I am becoming numb to it--slowly it happens. Just another step in the process. Some kind of sanity, I need to restore. This mamma can’t take much more. Hope has faded and my spirit is shattered. I will have to love them all from afar. It has reached that point—my heart is broken. The stress and pain—it is almost too much to bare. Our town lays another young person to rest. I was lucky to have seen her smile. We ate tarts and chit chatted awhile. Those that have passed flash through my head. There is no rules for admission-- just a choice. That choice turns into addiction. Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao