The Silent Numb

And Its Hum Drum

The hum drum of the silent numb

I sit and wait while I twiddle my thumbs

Trying to widdle away at the imaginary glum

And the time keeps ticking while I wonder what I'll become

My want to understand seems to expand

Whenever I reach this place that's unplanned

I demand an answer! This state I must disband

There's not much more that I can withstand

The hum drum of the silent numb

I start to wonder if others perceive me as dumb

Being asked a question and answering "umm"

Just as a guitar player forgets how to strum

Within this place I feel less space

My mind is trapped within this case

Worrying if I have become a disgrace

Continuing to slow down my thinking pace

Will this situation become a continuation? Stuck in perpetuation without my imagination

It's hard to envision a great creation

Blossoming up from this foggy station

If this is my new foundation I must change my location

I request salvation from this sedation

If this continues as my only sensation I foresee a downgrade in my fermentation that constantly grows towards inspiration

I thrive for elation!

I require motivation!

What will be required for a change in vibration?

Only time can truly know

Pray I'm not stuck within limbo

Nicholas Goodman
Nicholas Goodman

Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.

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