Counting down the numbers

Because maybe all I felt was my cold hands

and the slow beat of my heart

as I called out the numbers.


Which beat out like drums;the only voices which had not been silenced.


I wont lie, the weight of the voices

is the drum beat to my numbness.

when my feet rush down the pavement

I don’t see the light,

because all I see are numbers.



Because maybe all I hope to be is

frozen finger tips, blue lips, bruised hips,

counting down the numbers.


I know you think its selfish

That I chose to traipse through darkness


But i’m harnessed to the numbers,



I don’t know why I feel safe in digits

That dignify this madness.

The warmth of souls breathing concern

Pulls me out like magnets.


Yet I cannot discern why in incandescent days

that hold me in such kindness

I’m still shaking off the numbers.












Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s