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A Place Called Numb



I am in that place. That numb place.

That place where I am untouchable.

Where poking and prodding will merely make dents

in fleshy skin that slowly rebounds.


I am in that place. That numb place.

That place where thoughts are not fully formed.

Deliberations drift aimlessly and disappear

into nothingness.


I am in that place. That numb place.

That place where time has momentarily stalled.

Where reality just a void in which to drop

and never land.


I am in that place. That numb place.

That place where there is no salvation,

just medication and a whole host

of side affects.


I am in that place. That numb place.

Please understand, I do not choose to be here,

its not something planned

like some sort of holiday.

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Unknown member
Feb 03, 2023

Great use of repetition in the first lines. Well done

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John Dallison
John Dallison
Feb 03, 2023

🙂 Such a familiar place, Alison. Thank you for this fine poem.

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