NEURAPATHY
Your blood stops circulating through your body,
and you never feel it, when your toes are sliced off.
The feet are next.
Your body, nothing but a chunk of salami -
pieces of yourself, sliced away.
You shiver, so cold, that your lips turn blue.
You try to get warm, but become frustrated,
the cold makes you numb.
You feel helpless, unable to shield yourself,
while stones are thrown at you.
So many, that you’ve stopped feeling the pain
as they hit your torso over and over again.
And, you never quite understand why
The passion inside your soul
is being smothered, and the fire that burned
inside your heart has been doused.
and here you are, alone in the dark . . .
no passion, flame gone,
no toes, no feet,
lips blue, numb,
afraid of pain,
alive,
without a life!
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