I feel as though, there's a numbness in my head,
But I'm not dead,
My brain is fighting through thick clouds of fluff,
Indistinguishable stuff,
Reactions are of a slow and thickening kind,
Enveloping the mind,
With tiredness setting in, and responses slow,
Of thoughts, there is no flow,
This trauma that has hit us sharp and cruel,
Has left me short of fuel; ,
Energy has petered out and so,
I'm feeling pretty low,
But positive I know I have to be,
For 'him'. you see!
© Ernestine Northover
You've written so well of that heart-mind disconnect when harsh truth hits, so hard to hear much less accept. If prayers are needed, let me know - I'd want to.
Your love for 'Him' shows through and makes this a beautiful poem.
Ernestine, you're more than positive: you are strong. Best wishes, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moving poem from the heart, sometimes I just don't have the right words, I can only hope that me saying this has told you more, Love duncan