Numb Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

That day was,
And that time is,
A period, where I cannot cry,
And there I am,
With no emotion,
But here numb excitment,
And none of my energy
Is drained and so much dry
That of the sun
So warm inside is what there was
But that it is
You notice, identify
That this is that of such a sun
Which in the sky is only one-
Sun
Sun is lovely and as of I
And my days arn't numbered, but do I
Know that I am here and I am numb,
That period where I cannot cry.