NUMB

NUMB

Trapped in this prison of grief,
In search of a good reason to live,
Or to leave without ceasing to breathe.
I'm numb, please, do not listen to me.

I've fought these very thoughts in my head,
But I've lost cause hope never caught what I said.
It's my lot, butterflies and moths in my bed
All jump to their deaths; dreams pumped full of lead.

At war with the currents, broken paddles and a boat,
Tears fall in torrents as I battle to stay afloat.
I'd drown in my regrets, a clown demands respect?
I've found below the ground a crown to wipe this sweat.

Though heaven's a mile away, it's been a while I prayed.
I try, but can't deny how far my life has strayed.
That long walk back to Zion, blisters in my soul,
The serpent of my past still slithers in control.

I want to feel faith, I want to fill voids.
I want to find strength till these walls are destroyed.
I want to feel God, I want to find peace.
Been stuck with these odds; still hoping the blind sees.

At cross roads in search of the road to the cross,
We're lost souls in church to erode the loss.
For these lumps in my throat, Jesus slept in that boat.
So to these storms, I'm numb cause the son helps all who hope.

This beautiful piece is from an amazing friend;  Miracle Ngoka

Instagram: @miracle_ngoka (he's an awesome illustrator)