Sunday 9 November 2014

Tearing Myself to Pieces


Sometimes I wish I didn't feel so hard
Sometimes I wish I could stop
Tearing myself to pieces.

It must be so nice not to feel
Not to be pierced by the steel
That rips into people halfway across
This turning world. 

Sometimes I wish I could be
Bereft of feelings and of memory. 

A stone sleeps well at night. 
I wish I were a stone,
Sometimes. 


Copyright B Purkayastha 2014

2 comments:

  1. I know exactly what you mean, Bill.

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  2. I can relate with the sentiment, but I don't think anyone actually wants that.
    I managed to numb myself for several years. I don't remember a damn thing from those years. The strong emotions - wonderful, terrible, and otherwise - are what life is. I welcome being able to feel anything at all.

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