I ask my mind
to let me feel
I close my eyes
to escape this real
I look around
trying to hear
Anything different
instead of fear
I am not afraid
I am not stressed
I can't do charade
I am just blessed
I don't feel anything
from the shoulders up
I just fell asleep
in this write up
Who's going to read this?
Does anyone care?
I don't
Hard, even to put it in prayer
Maybe someday I will look back
And see a life that is like broken salt
Yet not out of whack
Just insipid, that's all.
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