At a loss for words,
the screen is empty.
My mind is void
of any contempt.
Of any emotion,
everything less feeling.
The numbness returns,
the pain unsettled.
At a loss for love,
in dreams they come.
Thoes who I wish
had never left.
They all leave.
Leaving me undecided,
of who I should turn to,
of who I should trust.
I'll force myself,
to make up the words.
To mask the numbness
that so easily spreads.
There is no life,
no darkness, no light.
There is no future
without worry
without contempt.
I wish for anger,
so at least I could feel.
The only feeling I feel
is stress.
I'll take these pills
because they told me
I need them.
I know I need them.
They numb the words
the feelings,
the contest.
At a loss for words
my life so empty.
Never so full,
but you'd never know.
At a loss for love,
they come to me dreaming.
I'll force myself
to feel less numb.
but you'd never know.
At a loss for love,
they come to me dreaming.
I'll force myself
to feel less numb.
yes the inspiratation sometimes make the loss of words the words dont are running from mind but the loss of love is loss of life..loss of memories and even the loss of own self.. its also a sweet poem with sweet words and words still seem to be under your control to use professionally..really sweet..well done..