numb, rocked icy to my core
and you want me to stand up
the knees of my jeans damp
from sinking into the cool, hard Earth
for so damn long.
i am tired, i am weak,
i am strung out,
dark circles marring
beneath my eye lids
like coffee rings
decorating a counter-top.
i am spent,
drained both emotionally & physically
but so is everyone else.
i am no different
even though i have been on
the other side
of desolate confused raging hurt
traveled to the sea of hollow
screaming until my ears bleed angst
jumped into a gaping wormhole
of stabbing needle pain
slipped on an oil slick
dark and oozing sins
of torture
i have dwelled on that other side
existed on another plane
a separate boundary
i hope you never find