Numbness
Every morning is the sameEvery night is the same
Everybody is the same
A certain numbness forms
Not a numbness of a limb
Not a numbness of a heart
But a blank soul
A numbness of a thought
the thought of an average life
The thought of unimportance
How horrid life is
Without having meaning
So is there a point to life?
When you die unnoticed
We live life only to see it pass
This shear thought
An uncertain form of numbness
Where we not only lose feeling
You lose the will of emotions
And lose the desire to your future
To people realizing their fate
Passion a true meaning of life
To not simple accept loss
But express the emotion and thrill it withholds.
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