Numb

Laying in bed staring at the ceiling,

the only thing left in me is this numb feeling.

I search for a grasp,

a grip,

a clasp,

of anything I could hold,

but everything is gone,

I'm empty.

I still search for the feelings of you,

but they have left my body, my mind, my soul.

The only thing left of me is this cast,

this mold,

just a shell of my existence in this world we call home.

I've been left alone,

you were my home,

now I will die alone,

trapped in this lifeless soul,

that you have turned to stone.

C-L-S

VT

17 years old

Poetry

By C-L-S

Whispers of a home

I hear the tick of a clock letting me know every second I am wasting as I scroll through my phone,
the slide of my finger against the screen,
the tap of my thumb as I message someone back,
artificial noise.

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Poetry

By C-L-S

A child in Spring

Some where there is a child jumping in new puddles,
playing in the soft mud of the Earth,
full of joy.

Some where a child picks springs new dandelions,
blowing on the fluffy seeds to make wishes.

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Poetry

By C-L-S

A letter to ICE

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,
raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,
who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,
children,

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