Monday, October 8, 2012

Time Passed

Seconds, minutes and hours all feel the same,
Because no matter how much time passes I always feel shame.
Days, weeks, months and years,
Jumble together to hide all my fears.
Numbness takes over to hide all the pain,
Lack of emotion is what keeps me sane.
Avoidance is the name of the game.
I want to stand up and figure it out,
Clean out my cranium and lose some doubt.
But pressure keeps me standing in place,
It has gotten to the point where the mirror doesn't recognize my face.
My eyes hazed over, the green turned to brown.
The dim light of consciousness is burning out.
My soul is dying and leaving me here,
Because I have lived a life where I have faced all my fears.