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gwizardstar
Sep 25, 2007 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

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How can I feel numb when numb is without feeling?,

This thought in my head has now left me reeling,

The sun blazes through my room window,

But I’m still down ,low and cold minus zero,

Speach I am losing as I’ve not spoken to anyone,

The last time was last month to my deaf mom,

What is the point? Is the thought in my head,

But what would be the point if I were dead,

The moods of my brains thoughts change so fast,

Might I be something special? I might be the last!,

Live my life I do now to find the answers,

But the thing eating me the most is this deadly cancer.

— gwizardstar, Sep 25, 2007
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Mark

Mark

18 years 10 months ago

gwizardstar your poem

I think being numb is real. Your last line really caught me by surprise. Is this deadly cancer a metaphore for you? Or a reality? Or a realty for your mother? It is confusing and concerns me. Thanks, Mark
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gwizardstar

18 years 10 months ago

Thanks

Thank you for your insight to this poem it was writen with the intent to suprise the reader at the end None of it is true though. Thank you again.Paul
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orgami

18 years 10 months ago

staccato of verse

like the wording of your poem as the other poet are you ill with Cancer?? thanks ..O..
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gwizardstar

18 years 10 months ago

Hi

Thanks for your comment much appretiated. I am not ill with cancer I hope you don't think I'm sickly minded or anything,But my Mother has just recovered from breast cancer and I wanted to write the poem purely 'cause of that. Thanks again-Paul.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 10 months ago

I am at a split

I feel you are at a perceptive reconfiguring of near grief ,some what of a nervous laugh at a grim situation and as such I applaud you ,you are subliminal ink. G-Wiz a' 'the last Time was to my Deaf mom 'oh sap ola' like a panhandler once said "yea then my parents died in the fire....,the one burning at the Salvation army ,....Where I was raised...poor!" Laugh it off Poet. I'll stay tuned. in ink, Dabbler

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