“Rocking Chair”
By: L.F.Young
08 June 2009
How is it that I feel nothing
I think, breathe, even eat
still
emptiness is in everything
everywhere!
I no longer care, for my thinning hair
my growing stomach, ailing back
The loving call from my easy chair
sings a lullaby to my brain
so soothing
I’ll need assistance from a crane
To remove the ever-growing feeling
of no-longer caring
substance
that has become me
Living in a world of depression
a bubble of denial
I sink back, a few more levels
reclining my chair
a few more feet
Turning on the TV and drift away
How is it that I feel nothing?
I think, breathe, even eat
still the emptiness is
everything
and has become me.
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