Numb

Sensing the death of something That once brought more life than The heartbeat or breath, faith In the beautiful and intimate places Where light kisses away the darkness And music replaces the most horrible Dread with a feeling so blessed, So inspiring it rests amid the seas of Tranquil revelations, soothing – comforting As grace, and nearly as amazing Ringing in the ears, indescribable Slivers of dreams washing away hope, Silencing the wonders, the dreams Dusting even shadows with doubts That tempt the feelings to listen When there is desperation, despair Reaching through the shimmering Twinkling stars, winking at the moon Revealing tenderness in the June Nocturnal, bleeding blessings In spite of the fears and tears, such Futility filling the eyes, sparking Shame that abides on the inside of the Heart who knows that this is the way When divorce divides the hope And the bleak, pathetic – now useless Feelings so that they no longer Hear the heart’s beating, the breathing Rich and vibrant, trembling In hues of stardust, resting on the promises Who now bring nothing from Something beyond control, discouragement Who swells with pride because it has won The victory, disconnecting feelings Who bleed through pale windows To souls who are now hemorrhaging Dying trust, fading dreams Ending something that should Never have been Like snow in summer Or tears who fall because And, despite – with no reason Falling like the dew, in season Beckoning to the faded feelings Dread responds, intimate In death, as it was once in life – Before the relationship crashed Into the mangled wreck Between silence and shouting, Deafening prayers and coloring Shadows in misery, dejection Anguish that quakes and leaves only The assurance that this is a place, Somewhere amid pain and heartbreak, Where the hurting begins to build Walls to protect their sanity, Walls so strong they shield even Against the hope for affection Walls this tall quiet every connection Love, soon becomes – a disgruntled reflection Suspended by chains of bitterness, who Resents even the most pleasant relationships Distance becomes a loneliness Beyond comforting, a solitary feeling – Forlorn like the love that once healed The same love that twisted itself into joyless Melancholic tears, isolated from tenderness Because the walls built are edged with razor blades Created by fear of the feelings who believe The ones who agree that love is something Beyond our grasp, something that comes to us Only on the backs of monsters who kill From the obscured inner portions, the heart Who knows – only – that it must become numb To the feelings who torture until it explodes, Becoming only pieces of the whole, Smothering love and hope with the blast So that these feelings stay in hiding, beyond the gentling of a new and truer love – one that lasts