Unheard, Unfelt, Unseen
Loss of the five senses list poem
This song was my inspiration when writing this.
You do not see
My frustration
My rising anger
My deadly resentment
You do not hear
My fiasco of fears
My flurries of worries
My fading visions
You do not taste
My bitter wounds
My acrid aftertaste
My peppery fury
You do not feel
My clammy skin
My oxygen deprived head
My breaking bloody heart
You do not smell
My sour advice
My sickly apprehension
My decaying disinterest
So I only have one question for you…….
Why are you still here?
About the Creator
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
That last line packs SUCH a punch
Oof - killer last line. Thought this was brill.
Whoaaaa, that was so intense and your last line, that question, packed a punch!
Quite strict and one could learn a lesson from it.
Oof! That's a harsh piece. And my answer is the same as Kendall's.
Well, I'm still here so that I can write this comment and tell you how much I like this piece. Is that enough? ;)