Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 8, 2008

Where Did It Go?

by Mouko

It stings, I know, but I don't feel it
I see it running down my pale skin
Why can I not feel the pain
Why is everything numb

No tears, I know I shouldn't, but I do
No feeling, that's my reason anyway
Why do I not feel the pain
Why is nothing there

Cold indifference is what it's come to
Yearning for the care free days of long ago
Why do I not feel the pain
Where did it go

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