Numb Pt. II (a poem)

I wrote this last year at a writing camp/workshop. This week my friends who I met there last year are there again, so it felt fitting to post something from it. For anyone curious, because this is a part two, here is the first poem.

Numb Pt. II

There it is again—that feeling

of emotions melting away, dripping

like candlewax from my skull and sinking,

painting my ribs a shade of

prison-bar grey.

All the freedom in the world, yet

I am bound in the coils I created, the coils

that I now am confined to

and try to escape.

This has become comfortable,

but not home—nowhere is, really.

But I cannot continue on

like this, in a desperate hunt for

something more,

in a furious endeavor to

leave behind this familiar

and infernal

vacancy.

~July 2016

I also uploaded a YouTube video earlier this week, and would be so grateful if you checked it out!