Tired of the pain
Of the inter/ruptured/ruption in my thoughts
Of pains inability to focus
Tired of pain/less empty medication
and the double edged sword of numb
offered up…
from a hollow world
Tired of numb as the only everlasting option
from the endless searing hurt
Of blurred thoughts
and the fractal visions that it brings
Tired of trying to get back to me
The me that I was…free
The land where numb was never
my preferred choice
before my brain
and surgical steel devoured me
Tired of the living nightmare
that fragile mortality has become
picking up the pieces the Darkness
between endless pain
and the unwanted promise of numb


©Copyright Karen Bain 2015. All Rights Reserved.


9 thoughts on “Numb

  1. Dear Karen, I’ve enjoyed to be able to read your exceptional writing again…There’s always a tiny sun ray somewhere to shine on us, always…
    Greetings and love,

  2. This poem has really touched me, my husband has been suffering ill health for over a year now and your sad words struck a chord. I don’t know if you have written this from your own experience, if you have. I wish you well and hope the darkness lifts and the pain goes. Best Wishes 🙂

  3. Many thanks for your kind words Jacqueline…My best and all good wishes to you and your husband. Been much too acquainted with ill health now myself for 3 years. I had brain surgery. Lets just say Ill health and I are currently not on the best of terms. Good though that out of dark times good connections with people can be made. 🙂 X I hope things improve soon for your husband and you!

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