disembled,
disengaged,
far from present,
default.
running off the energies of my brothers,
the men in my life,
sturdy, strong, keep me at ease,
Yet I am numb,
craving distraction,
some relief from this white noise in my ear,
I want to feel,
want to at least crack a laugh,
but my cranium remains empty,
bones silenced,
blood beating quietly,
eyes blank,
buried within my skull,
horrowing.
these are just words,
that pitter patter of my tongue,
roll on to paper,
and splat themselves,
to produce ‘poetry’